Son compartido

I grew up thinking my grandpa was just… distant. He lived across the country, sent birthday cards, nothing more. Meanwhile, I was juggling two part-time jobs just to stay in college. My parents always said, “We’re doing the best we can,” while my younger sister drove a brand-new car, wore designer clothes, and posted from family vacations I couldn’t even join. Then came Thanksgiving. We were all at the table when Grandpa casually asked, “Is the money I’ve been sending enough for school?” I fr