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When an unexpected journey filled with friendship, betrayal, hidden family secrets, and the mystery of a long-forgotten legendary artist changes the course of a young woman’s life, you know you’re in for a thrilling ride.
The Watch My Grandmother Left Me is a heartwarming story about legacy, self-worth, and the surprising ways destiny finds us.
I was literally fuming because I felt insulted.
So I turned to my other friends in the group and asked, “Didn’t you both hear what Susan said to me? Or are you all just going to act like it’s okay for her to talk to me like that?”
Then Nancy rolled her eyes and said dismissively, “Yemi, you take things too personal… besides, you know she didn’t mean it.”
“Wow, so I’m the one being irrational…” I said, tears brimming in my eyes.
“That’s enough, you three,” Becky cut in, serious like she was talking to subordinates at work. “We’re supposed to be friends and we organized this hangout to have fun. Let’s focus on that!”
I couldn’t take it anymore from any of them, so I stood up abruptly and headed to the ladies to hide my tears.
I stared back at my reflection in the mirror and I saw nothing of my real self. I saw someone who would do anything to be accepted by people who don’t even like her.
I saw a person that isn’t confident in her own skin, but would hide just to please others.
I saw someone who hoped that one day she’d be able to pay her debts and focus on building the life she really wanted and had been dreaming of.
But for a while, I pitied her. And for a minute, I saw a flicker of the lady I’ve always wanted to be. And all this wasn’t it.
So I cleaned my face and washed it in the hand basin. I was touching up my look when some ladies walked in. They looked like models who walked right out of a beauty magazine, but I paid them no attention because I was ready to break free from this life.
I still wasn’t paying them any attention when one of them walked up to me as I was adjusting my look.
“Wow, is that not the vintage timeless piece by Ari?”
At first I was confused by the question until I looked at what she was pointing at. It was my brown leather wristwatch — a gift from my grandma before she died.
“It’s an old piece I got from my grandma before she died. It’s nothing new!”
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