“This was all I could get you,” Granny said, holding Emma’s hands. “I hope you like it.”
“What is this?” Emma said, disgusted by the red jewelry box. “A tiny piece of cheap jewelry? Did you steal it?”
“Oh dear, I—” Martha began.
“Just get lost! I don’t want to see you EVER AGAIN!” Emma cried.
“I hope you don’t hate me forever, sweetheart,” Martha said sadly. “Please know that I have always adored you.” She walked away, leaving Emma disgusted with the old jewelry box. “What an ugly thing!” Emma cried, throwing it away.
The box snapped open, revealing a ring with a fallen emerald stone and a small, folded piece of paper. Emma unfolded it and read:
“Dearest Emma,
This ring belonged to your great-grandmother. It holds a secret—a locket with her photo and a letter for her future granddaughters. I’ve always wanted you to have this as a symbol of our family’s love. I’m proud of you.
With all my love,
Granny Martha.”
Tears welled up in Emma’s eyes. “Dylan, I had no idea. I need to apologize.”
They found Granny in the garden. “Granny, I’m so sorry,” Emma said, crying. “Please forgive me.”
Martha hugged her. “I forgive you, dear. I just wanted you to have something special from our family.”
Emma vowed to honor her family’s legacy, cherishing the ring and their love.
