When I decided to surprise my fiancé’s grandmother with a birthday gift, I envisioned a joyful celebration of her 80th birthday.

Instead, I found myself in a nightmarish misunderstanding that landed his grandmother in hospital.

My fiance, Jake and I have been together for five years and engaged for about six months.

There are many things I appreciate about our relationship but I am mostly grateful for the great relationship I have with his family.

They welcomed me with open arms from the very beginning and treated me more like a family member than an in-law.

I even built a personal and special relationship with Jake’s grandmother.

She is just a wonderfully sweet lady who always went out of her way to make me feel at home.

So, her warmth and kindness have been a constant source of comfort in my life, and I truly adore her.

Recently, she faced the heartbreaking loss of her husband.

The loss was difficult for everyone in the family since they were all so close.

However, Jake and his family had her 80th birthday to look forward to and since things had not been easy in the last couple of weeks, the family wanted to plan a small and intimate birthday celebration for his grandmother.

I really wanted to be there for her milestone birthday but unfortunately, I had an urgent business trip.

However, I was determined to make my presence felt by arranging a heartfelt surprise that I hoped would brighten her milestone celebration.

Knowing how much she loved fresh blooms and sweet treats, I arranged for a big, beautiful bundle of her favorite flowers along with a luxurious box of chocolates to be delivered to her home on the morning of her birthday.

I hoped that this small gesture would brighten up her day while letting her know that I still thought of her even if I could not attend.

On the morning of Jake’s grandmother’s birthday, I was anxiously awaiting a call to hear about her reaction to my gift.

Instead, my phone rang with Jake’s name flashing on the screen much earlier than expected.

My heart sank a little, fearing something was wrong.

“Hello?” I answered, trying to keep my voice cheerful.

Jake’s voice was strained, furious, a tone I’d rarely heard from him. “I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!”

I froze. “WHAT! WHY, Jake, what happened?” I responded.

I really did not know what to expect because I could not think of what I could have done wrong, but Jake continued to shout, “Because my grandma is in the hospital after she received your gift.”

“My gift? Jake, it was just flowers and chocolates. How could that possibly—” But before I could finish my sentence he cut me off.

“I don’t know what sick game you’re playing, but that letter you sent with it—”

“Letter? What letter?” I interrupted. “Jake, I sent no letter. Just the flowers and chocolates, I swear. Please, let’s sort this out.”

His voice cracked, “She read it and felt so ill she had to be hospitalized. How could you?”

Tears ran down my face and my mind raced. “Jake, listen to me, I didn’t send any letter.

There must be some mistake. Please, let me help fix this. I love your grandma.”

There was a heavy silence before Jake finally said, “I… I need to go. We’ll talk later.” The line went dead, and I was there, left alone staring at the phone with my heart pounding as I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened.

Several agonizing hours passed after Jake’s distressing call.

In the meantime, I reached out to the delivery service and confirmed the details of my order.

I discovered that there had been a mix-up at the distribution center.

I immediately called Jake, hoping he would listen.

“Jake, I found out what happened,” I began immediately when he answered, not wanting to waste a moment. “There was a mix-up with the delivery service. They sent the wrong package to your grandma.”

Jake sighed deeply, his anger seemingly subsided, replaced by exhaustion. “Are you sure? This has been a mess.”

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure. I didn’t send any letters, Jake. Please, can we go see her together? I want to explain and apologize for the confusion.”

After a pause, Jake agreed. “Okay, let’s go.”

When we arrived at the hospital, Jake’s grandmother was sitting up in bed, looking weak but stable.

Jake cautiously explained the situation to her as I stood by, wringing my hands nervously.

“Grandma, it was all a big mistake. She didn’t send that letter. It was a delivery error,” Jake said gently.

His grandmother looked from him to me, her expression softening. “Oh, my dear, come here,” I approached slowly, tears brimming in my eyes, and started apologizing. “I’m so sorry, Grandma,” I said, taking her hand. “I only wanted to make you happy on your birthday.”

She squeezed my hand lightly, and said, “I know, child. I know you would never do such a thing. It’s all just been a terrible misunderstanding.”

Jake, was watching us then he also came in and said, “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

We all shared a quiet moment. Jake’s grandmother patted our hands, adding, “What matters is that we’re together now. Let’s just put this behind us.”

That was one of the most heartbreaking things to ever happen to me. I really did not expect my well-thought-out gesture to turn into a health scare. But I am grateful we were able to solve it and finally move passed it. That delivery service owes me a therapy session!

While this woman mistakenly landed Jake’s grandmother in hospital, this woman found her grandmother’s diary after she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and discovered a secret she should have never uncovered.

In a quiet, sunny room, Kate sat with her grandma, Rose, who had Alzheimer’s and couldn’t remember her.

“Grandma, it’s Kate,” she said again, but Rose didn’t recognize her.

“Who are you?” Rose asked softly.

“I’m your granddaughter,” Kate replied, feeling sad.

Kate started sorting through the woman’s old things, talking to her as if she was telling secrets to a friend.

“Life’s been tough, Grandma. Colin and I argue a lot. He’s seeing someone else. I feel so alone,” Kate shared. She found an old photo with Michael, her first love. Must’ve gotten there when she was shifting Rose’s things.

“I chose Colin because he agreed to pay for my sister’s health. I miss Michael,” Kate admitted.

Suddenly, Rose mentioned a man named Josh, surprising Kate.

“Grandma, who is Josh?” Kate asked, but Rose didn’t reply.

Later, Kate found an old diary mentioning Josh. It belonged to a teenage Rose, and Kate couldn’t help but read it. Somewhere along the way, she started reading it to Rose to jog the woman’s memory.I was helping Tom, a single dad, and his son Jamie,” Rose had written on the first page.

I felt close to them, especially after Tom helped my family when my brother got into trouble.

One day, we were strolling along the promenade, Jamie ahead of us. I noticed a young man by the water, lost in thought.

He was handsome, and I couldn’t help but stare. Embarrassed, I turned back to Tom and Jamie, thanking Tom for helping my brother, Peter.

As we were lost in our conversation, Jamie came running towards me and bumped into me, sending my purse into the water. The young man, the one I’d noticed earlier, didn’t hesitate. He dove in and retrieved my purse. “Here you go, ma’am,” he said, handing me my wet purse.

“Thank you so much. I’m Rose,” I replied, still surprised.

“Josh,” he introduced himself, then jokingly asked if he could take me on a date as a thank you.

I laughed, “I’d love to.”

We agreed to meet later at the same spot. As Josh left, Jamie was thrilled about the dive.

“Did you see that, Rose? He jumped right off!” Jamie exclaimed.

Tom and I just smiled, caught up in the unexpected adventure of the afternoon.

From the day I met Josh by the sea, life felt like a new chapter filled with joy. He was a soldier on leave, and just like me, he was drawn to the sea’s peace. We clicked instantly, and the promenade became our special place…

…He’s leaving tomorrow for service. The moment I’d been dreading all this while.

“What time?” I asked him.

“At 4 a.m., but you shouldn’t wake up,” he said, trying to spare me the pain.

“I want to see you off,” I insisted, needing that last moment.

“We’ll spend this evening together; it’s not a forever goodbye,” Josh comforted me, his hug saying more than words could.

“I’ll write you letters,” I promised, clinging to the hope of staying connected.