When the time was right, I would go there, to the land my grandmother had secretly secured for me, and I would build a life that honored her memory and her unwavering belief in me. Her whispered words, “Check behind the frames,” had unlocked more than hidden treasures; they had unlocked the courage I didn’t know I possessed. With each passing day, I grew stronger, fueled by the legacy of a woman whose love had transcended the grave to guide and protect me.
Just before my grandma passed, she gripped my hand and whispered, “Check behind the frames.”
