Disclaimer
This story is based on real events, real experiences, and real emotions lived and endured. However, to honor the privacy and protect the identities of those involved, certain names, places, timelines, and identifying details have been intentionally changed.
While the foundation of this narrative remains true to life, some scenes, conversations, and sequences have been carefully reconstructed or slightly fictionalized to preserve narrative flow, clarity, and emotional depth. These additions do not alter the truth of what was experienced, but rather serve to illuminate it.
This work does not seek to accuse, glorify, or distort, but to remember, to honor, and to give voice to moments that existed beyond the page.
Truth lives here, even in the spaces where fiction gentlycarries its weight.
Message of the Author
Good day to you all. We all have that one grandma that loves us all, and through her tender, love, and care; we love them, and we can’t thank them for all the hard work they have done for us all. In layman’s term, I could just say, a grandma that loves to spoil.
This story is like travelling to the past, as history will meet the future. The past holds a lot of events, and recalling them can make one discover about the different things they used in the past, or what makes the past differs from today’s generation. History plays a significant role in the past, and it tells the story of our ancestors through hard times, and flourishable times. History acts like the bedrock of the ground we are standing on it, because if there’s no history, we couldn’t discover more of who we are as a person, or how we are right now. It’s like, if you don’t know where you came from, it’s like a void is created within the ground. We all have unique pasts, and we also value the people who made our past unique.
That being said, the untold past is just like a chest waiting to be opened there. But, we also wanted to have a moment of gratitude for those who was with us when we grow up, especially grandparents, and parents. They are the pillars of one’s life, holding up a building. Valuing them, is not just the treasure, but it’s also the honor that fabricates love, and care. Stay safe guys, and I hope this book wouldn’t harm anyone, enjoy reading!
