My name is Linda, and at 67, I found myself abandoned by my children, swallowed by loneliness in my own home. Through nights of tears and days of aching silence, I learned to lean on faith and prayer, discovering a strength I never knew I had. This is the story of how I found hope and purpose again, even as the people I loved most turned away.
On the eve of my wedding, my 102-year-old great-grandmother Nora asked to be in my bridal party. What seemed like a whimsical request turned into a profound journey through family history, secrets, and love. Together, we discovered what truly binds a family across generations.
My name is Dylan, and at seventeen, I made a decision that would change how my family—and maybe even my whole town—saw me. I took my 82-year-old great-grandmother, Naomi, to my senior prom, fulfilling the dream she’d quietly held onto for more than six decades. Our night together forced us both to confront our own regrets, memories, and the complicated bonds of family.
