Do you know that your granddaughter is always asking about you?
I’m sorry but I’m not good with lies. I have to repeatedly tell her that you can’t be trusted.
I have to show her again and again, the texts you sent to her, telling her that we’re bad parents, that we are supposed to rot in hell.
She just doesn’t understand how can a person do something like that. In her pure mind, people are always nice to one another.
You just wished that I’d be dead in childbirth, because you didn’t like the life that I’m having.
I will, one day, show that text to her, as soon as she can read well.
No, I just can’t tell lies, unlike you.