MY GRANDMA WAS THE CHEAPEST

After my frugal grandma passed, I inherited a $50 gift card.

When I tried using it, the cashier froze, calling her manager. To my shock, I learned my grandma was secretly “The Angel in Disguise,” buying gift cards to help struggling families.

This was the last one she purchased, untouched for ten years. Realizing her true generosity, I paid it forward—giving the card to a struggling mother. Inspired, I started a small fund in her name, spreading kindness in her honor.

My grandma wasn’t cheap—she was the richest woman in love and generosity. Her legacy lives on. Who in your life has taught you the true meaning of giving? Share this story and spread kindness today.

A M

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