My Grandparents Opposed My Marriage Due to My Fiancé’s Skin Color, but He Proved to Be a Keeper
I lost my parents when I was just eight years old. One moment, I had a family, a home filled with warmth and laughter, and the next, I was thrown into a world of uncertainty and sorrow. The pain was unbearable, and for a while, I felt like I was drowning in sadness. But just when I thought I had no one left, my paternal grandparents took me in. They wrapped me in their arms, promising to love and protect me, and in that moment, I believed nothing could ever