My Grandma Gave Me a Postcard Every Birthday—20 Years Later, I Discovered Why

Growing up, every year on my birthday, my grandma would give me an old postcard. They weren’t fancy or expensive — just faded cards with simple images of beaches, mountains, or cities. At first, I would smile politely, but by the time I turned 13, I started to frown and roll my eyes. “Why can’t Grandma give me something normal like toys or money?” I would think. I didn’t realize there was a much deeper meaning behind her gifts.

By my 17th birthday, I had collected exactly 17 postcards. That same year, my grandma passed away, leaving me heartbroken. I tucked the postcards into a box and didn’t think about them again. Life moved on — I went to college, started a career, got married, and had kids of my own. Twenty years later, at age 37, I returned to my childhood home to help my parents clean out the attic.

While sorting through old boxes, I stumbled across a small glass jar labeled “For You.” Inside were the 17 postcards my grandma had given me. I smiled nostalgically, but when I turned over the first card, my smile froze. There was a handwritten note on the back — and it wasn’t just a birthday message. It was a clue. One by one, I flipped through the postcards, each revealing part of a hidden story.

The final postcard had an address and a key taped to it, which led me to a small storage unit. Inside was a wooden box filled with my grandma’s keepsakes — her diary, family photos, and a savings account book she had secretly opened for me. Along with these treasures was a heartfelt letter reminding me that love is built over time, piece by piece. Through tears, I realized those postcards were never just gifts but lessons and memories. That day, I vowed to live a life that honored her love and pass it on to my own children.

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