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A Grandson’s Request: An Uplifting Story of Trust, Family, and a Grandmother’s Unwavering Support

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Request from my Grandson

Gran, I need a favour. I really need some money.

A lot.

He came to me one evening, visibly on edge. Normally, Tom would pop round to see me a couple of times a week. Hed help out with errands, nip to the shops if I needed, even fixed the settee for me oncestill going strong, that sofa. He was always calm and self-assured, and yet tonight he was clearly anxious.

Ill admit, I worried. Theres so much that goes on these days.

Tom, can I ask what you want the money for? I asked, wary. And what do you mean by a lot?

Tom is my eldest grandson. A good lad, kind at heart. He finished school last year, working now and doing a part-time course as well. His parents never had any concerns about his behaviour. But why would he need a large sum of money?

I cant really tell you just yet, Gran, he hesitated. But I promise Ill pay you back. Not all at oncebit by bit.

You do know, Tom, I live on a pension, I replied, uncertain what to do. How much exactly do you need?

One thousand pounds.

And why not ask your mum and dad? I asked, already fairly sure of the answer. My son-in-law, Toms father, is strict. Hes always believed sons should sort out their own problems, take responsibility, not meddle where they shouldn’t.

They wont, Tom confirmed, voice quiet.

Suddenly, I felt uneasy. What if hed got himself into some sort of trouble, and by giving him the money, I was only making things worse? Or, if I didnt help, would things go wrong for him?

He must have read the worry on my face.

Gran, please dont worry, he said, quickly. Theres nothing bad going on, I swear. Ill pay you back in three months, I promise. You do trust me, dont you?

Maybe I should lend it to him. Even if he couldnt repay it, shouldnt there be someone in your life wholl stand by you? He mustnt lose faith in people. Ive squirrelled away a little, just for emergencies. Maybe this is one of them. He came to me. Im not yet thinking about my own funeralits far too soon for that. Besides, therell be someone to sort all that out. The living come first, always. Family deserves trust.

They say if you lend money, let it go in your mindgood advice with the younger generation, unpredictable as they are. You never quite know what theyre thinking. But on the other hand, Tom has never given me reason not to trust him.

All right, love, I said at last, Ill lend you the money. For three months, as you ask. But would it not be better if your parents knew?

Gran, you know I love you. I always keep my promises. But if you really cant help, Ill try for a loan at the bankI am earning now.

The next morning, I went to the bank, withdrew the money, and handed it to Tom.

His whole face lit up. He enveloped me in a hug and pressed a kiss to my cheek. Thank you, Gran! Youre the best. Ill pay you back, I promise, he called out, dashing off.

After hed gone, I made myself a cup of tea and sat thinking. So many times in my own life, Id been desperate for money, and somehow, someone always came through for me. Times have changed; everyone seems out for themselves now. Strange days.

A week later, Tom popped by in high spirits.

Gran, heres the first payment backI got my advance! he grinned. Is it all right if I bring someone along tomorrow?

Of course, love. Ill bake your favouritepoppy seed cake, I smiled, quietly hoping some answers would reveal themselves. I just wanted to be sure Tom was all right.

He arrived the next evening, not alone. With him was a petite girl.

Gran, this is Emily. Emily, meet my lovely gran, Margaret.

Emily gave a gentle smile. Good evening, Mrs Evans, and thank you so much.

Come in, both of you. Lovely to meet you, I exhaled, relieved. I liked her straight away.

We all sat down for tea and cake.

Gran, I couldnt tell you before, Tom began. Emilys mum became really unwell, quite suddenly. There was no one else to help. Emilys very superstitiousshe begged me not to explain at first. All sorted now though. Her mums had the surgery, and the outlooks good, isnt it? He squeezed her hand.

Thank you, Mrs Evans. I cant tell you how grateful I am, Emily murmured, dabbing her eyes.

Thats enough tears, Em, Tom said, getting to his feet. Gran, wed best be offits getting late.

All right, dears, goodnight, and look after each other, I said, giving them both a quick blessing I remembered from my childhood.

My grandsons grown up. A good young man. I was right to trust him. It wasnt just the moneyI feel were closer now than ever.

Two months later, Tom paid it all back, and then told me the full story.

Can you believe it? The doctor said they got there just in time. If you hadnt helped when you did, it could have ended very badly. Thank you, Gran. I just didnt know what else to do for Emily. Now I truly believetheres always someone wholl help you through the roughest patch. Gran, Ill always be there for you. Youre the best in the world.

I ruffled his hair, as I used to when he was little.

Off you go then, love. Bring Emily round soon, Ill look forward to it.

Of course, Gran, Tom beamed, wrapping me in a big hug.

As I closed the door behind him, I remembered an old saying from my own gran: Help your ownalways. Thats the proper way. If you treat people well, your family will never turn their back on you. Never forget it.

And thats what I learned again this time around.

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