I was 57 and had lived alone for years. My husband died when our daughter Clara was young, so I raised her by myself. I worked long hours at a grocery store, often skipping meals so she could have toys and a happy childhood. Years later, Clara had three children of her own. Even though she and her husband earned good money, she left them with me almost every day. I survived on a tiny pension, but she never offered me a cent. Still, they were my grandchildren, and I loved them. Then Samuel came i

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