The Bloom That Taught Me Grief!..

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July 24, 2025

I was 8 when my grandma was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I didn't fully understand it-just knew she was sick, but she'd be okay. To cheer her up, I gathered my cousins and made a garden in her name-Sushila's Garden. She was the chief guest at our little ceremony and cried tears of joy. By the next summer, she was gone. I visited the garden, now untended, and cried too. That was the first time my heart broke. 20 years have passed, but the ache never left. It never will.

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