My Grandma Asked Me To Find Her First Love Before She Passed Away — But My Mom Broke Down Crying And Told Me To Stop

politely.

Not nostalgically.

She glowed.

“That was him,” she whispered softly.

I leaned closer.

“Who?”

“The boy I loved before your grandfather.”

That sentence startled me immediately.

Because in my entire life, I had never once heard my grandmother mention loving anyone except Grandpa.

“His name was Leo,” she murmured.

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