My SIL Held Her Wedding at My Grandma’s Lake House but Destroyed the Garden and Turned the Yard Into a Dump – So I Brought Her a Wedding Gift She’d Never Forget
The courier delivered it the following afternoon.
An hour later, my phone exploded.
“NADIA!” Kelsey’s voice echoed through the speaker. “What is THIS?”
“My wedding gift.”
“You seriously sent me dirt?”
“I sent you everything you said would simply grow back.”
She went quiet for a second.
“I sent you everything you said would simply grow back.”
Then I heard papers unfolding.
“What are all these numbers?”
“They match Grandma’s garden map,” I replied.
“I don’t garden!”
“I know.”
“You expect me to plant TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX flowers?”
“No. I expect you to restore 286 memories.”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. They’re just flowers.”
“I don’t garden!”
I took a slow breath. “No. They’re the roses Grandma planted for her anniversary. The lavender she planted after surviving surgery. The daisies she planted after my first recital. The peonies she planted when I was born.”
I let the silence settle.
“You didn’t pull flowers out of the ground, Kelsey. You pulled pages out of our family album.”
Her voice lost some of its confidence.
“I… I didn’t know.”
“I know. That’s why I’m teaching you.”
“You pulled pages out of our family album.”
