Grandma Betty spent most of her life sacrificing quietly for the people she loved. After our mother passed away, she raised my younger sister Mia and me on her own, working exhausting cleaning jobs just to keep food on the table and make sure we had opportunities she never did. Even when her hands ached with age, she still cooked, cleaned, and worried about everyone else before herself. As adults, I tried to help her financially whenever I could, but Mia rarely contributed. She was focused on expensive clothes, beauty treatments, and fitting into the wealthy world of her fiancé’s family. Grandma never complained about it, though. She always defended Mia with patience and kindness, even when that kindness was undeserved.