<p>My sweet grandma fought bravely against cancer and won. I was overjoyed, but my heart sank when I realized I was the only one who showed up to celebrate with her. Utterly disappointed with my family, I decided it was time to teach them a lesson they wouldn’t forget.</p>
<h3>A Heartwarming Bond</h3>
<p>Growing up, my life was filled with the warmth of Grandma Rosie’s delicious pies and plum cakes. Her sweet songs in the garden, while plucking flowers for my Grandpa’s grave, are cherished memories. She’s a gem, my Rosie!</p>
<blockquote><p>“Ronnie, you know your grandma’s strong, don’t you?” Dad once said. “She’ll beat this, okay?”</p></blockquote>
<p>Her cancer diagnosis was a storm in our sunny lives. Watching her fight with grace was inspiring yet heartbreaking. Despite the grueling chemo sessions, her spirit remained unbroken.</p>
<h3>A Battle Won</h3>
<p>One miraculous day, a week ago, I received a call from the hospital. Grandma Rosie was declared cancer-free and ready to ring the bell, a tradition for cancer survivors.</p>
<blockquote><p>“She did it,” the nurse said over the phone, her voice brimming with excitement.</p></blockquote>
<p>I rushed to the hospital with her favorite daisies, only to find no other family member had come. Grandma’s joy at seeing me was heartwarming, but her question about the others shattered me inside.</p>
<blockquote><p>“Ronnie, sweetie, oh, I’m so glad you came, honey. Where is everyone? Are they coming? I have to ring the bell, dear.”</p></blockquote>
<h3>A Disappointing Reality</h3>
<p>I lied, telling her they must be planning a surprise. In truth, they were all busy with trivial matters—my parents were heading to Hawaii for a wedding, my uncle and aunt were at a baby shower, and my siblings were shopping for a vacation to Dubai.</p>
<blockquote><p>“Seriously?” I muttered, pacing the hospital corridor. “They can’t be bothered to show up for this?”</p></blockquote>
<h3>A Clever Plan</h3>
<p>On our way home, I decided to teach my family a lesson. I texted our group chat, fabricating a story about Grandma needing emergency care and requested money for hospital bills.</p>
<p>The responses were swift and generous. With the funds, I took Grandma to her favorite café and planned a surprise trip to a seaside resort, a place dear to her heart.</p>
<blockquote><p>“Grams, you know what? I’m in the mood for a little celebration. Shall we go shopping… then dinner at your favorite restaurant?”</p></blockquote>
<h3>A Memorable Getaway</h3>
<p>Grandma Rosie and I spent a wonderful time at the resort. I posted pictures on our family group chat, sparking outrage and accusations of deceit.</p>
<blockquote><p>“YOU SELFISH LIARS! Don’t you dare call me a liar! You had all promised to congratulate Grandma on her victorious battle with cancer. But nobody showed up. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”</p></blockquote>
<h3>The Aftermath</h3>
<p>Grandma Rosie, unaware of the truth, thanked me for the surprise trip, believing it was funded by the family. Her gratitude stung, knowing the deception involved.</p>
<blockquote><p>“Thank you, Ronnie,” she said softly. “This means the world to me.”</p></blockquote>
<p>Upon our return, my uncle’s call to Grandma, demanding his money back, unveiled my ruse. Her hurt question pierced my heart.</p>
<blockquote><p>“Veronica, honey, why did you do this?”</p></blockquote>
<p>My simple reply was, “Because I love you, Grandma. You deserve to be happy after everything you’ve been through…”</p>
<h3>A Surprising Turn</h3>
<p>A lawyer’s visit the next morning indicated Grandma was modifying her will. The details remain a mystery, but my intentions were always pure—to see her happy.</p>
<h3>Reflection</h3>
<p>In the end, what would you have done in my shoes? My actions were driven by love and the desire to give Grandma the celebration she deserved. Her happiness was my ultimate goal, even if it meant bending the truth.</p>
