Agnes paid for her granddaughter Clara’s wedding, but at the last minute, Clara took her off the guest list.

But in the end, karma took an unexpected turn, changing the course of events.

“I never thought that day would arrive. It is regrettable that I will no longer be able to attend”, The old woman reflected.

Agnes lost her cherished husband Edward at the age of 75. Her health started to deteriorate soon after, so she moved to live with her son’s family in New York.

When Agnes was diagnosed with dementia, they were no longer as kind and caring as they had been in the beginning.

Almost every day, she could hear her son Timothy and his wife Linda fighting over whether she should go into a nursing home or how much care would cost if her condition worsened.

But Agnes loved her grandchild so much that she chose to stay there, swallowing all the suffering.

Agnes only had one hope after Edward departed for his heavenly home: she wished to see her granddaughter get married before God chose to bring her to Edward.

Thus, she kept all of the money she had been putting up for her granddaughter for years without touching a dime.

When she eventually found out that Clara was getting married, she was ecstatic and donated all of her money to assist with the wedding arrangements. But things did not turn out as expected.

“$25,000! Mum, that’s a whole lot of money! I’m not able to take this away from you,” Timothy said. “I know you adore Clara, and you want to help us, but trust me, mum, it’s not needed.”

“But honey, what will I do with the money at my age?” With a weak voice, Agnes inquired. “You know that things are becoming worse for me. I have no idea how long I have left to live. Permit me to finish this, please.”

“She’s right, honey,” Linda said, her eyes glimmering with envy at Agnes’s riches. She only has one granddaughter, after all. Mrs. Arnold, I don’t mind at all. You actually made the proper choice.”

Agnes said, “See, even your wife agrees with me, Tim.” “I’ll divulge to you my savings account information. Would you kindly take it out and utilise the money?”

“But, mother. I doubt that—” Agnes persisted in demanding the money, and although Timothy was unwilling to accept it at first, he eventually gave in.

Clara, meanwhile, was not at all impressed by her grandma.

“Guys, she’s not coming. Is it even possible to consider asking your grandmother to the wedding? I’m so over that sick, old witch, ugh!” One evening, Clara raged at her parents.

Her mother objected, saying, “But, honey, she paid for your wedding.”

“Mum, hurry up! We don’t have to invite her just because she paid. Do you not recall what the physicians said? Her dementia is becoming worse. I promise I’ll call off the wedding if that old witch shows up! She can’t spoil my particular day, I promise!”

“Enough!” her dad yelled. “Your grandma is her name. Please, at the very least, be civil!”

“Dad, I don’t give a damn! I mean it. That woman will not arrive. I’m removing her name from the guest list immediately because it’s my wedding.”

The wedding was barely two weeks away at that point. Agnes was looking forward to it, but her heart fell when she heard her granddaughter talking about taking her name off the guest list.

Sadly, her condition deteriorated with time, and one day when Timothy took her to the doctor, he was informed that she would get worse if he didn’t take good care of her.

Enraged, Clara and Linda proposed that Agnes be put in a nursing home as soon as they learned of it. “We don’t have time to care for her, and I don’t want to ruin my only daughter’s wedding because of her health problems,” Linda said.

Thus, Agnes declared that she would not be attending Clara’s wedding upon her return from her medical visit. Additionally, the impoverished widow counselled her son to grant his wife’s request and promptly place her in a nursing home.

“I understand that you’re worried about me, Tim. However, I don’t think Clara and your wife particularly want me here. It’s better if I go. Please,” she pleaded.

Agnes pleaded and sobbed that she felt constantly suffocated in the house, but Timothy was reluctant to comply.

On the morning she was scheduled to move out of her residence and into a nursing facility, Agnes sat there, crying.

She couldn’t stop thinking about how cute Clara had been as a kid. Her granddaughter loved her grandmother unconditionally and spent her summer vacations at her home, but over time, those sentiments dwindled until all that was left was a cruel person who felt embarrassed to ask her grandma to the wedding due to her illness—a dementia sufferer.

On Clara’s wedding day, Agnes broke down in tears as she recalled how thrilled she had been all these years to see her granddaughter dressed up in her bridal gown.

She instructed the nurse Lincy to phone her son Timothy and request the address of the wedding site when she could take it no more.

Agnes said to her son over the phone, “I’ll just watch her and come back, Tim.” “And rest assured, I’ll take care of it so she doesn’t see me. I don’t want to interfere with her wedding day happiness.”

“Obviously, mother. If you truly want to stop, I won’t stop you. I apologise for not being able to convince Clara to allow you to attend the wedding, but I can assist you to this extent.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You gave it your all. I appreciate you sending the address. After I see Clara, I’ll come see you too,” Agnes remarked, hanging up the phone.

Agnes got dressed up in a pink outfit and matching beret, all in anticipation of seeing her granddaughter. But she froze when she got to the wedding because she heard Clara’s room yelling.

The elder woman noticed the argument between Clara and her fiancé.

“This is how you can harm me? How can you call off the wedding?” Clara yelled at her. In amazement, Agnes covered her lips.

“Clara, I won’t be with someone who treats her grandparents disrespectfully. It’s unbelievable that you declined to invite your grandma because you were ashamed of her condition.”

Yes, then? What makes a difference? She was a burden, and I didn’t want her at the wedding.”

“Whoa! We’re all going to get old eventually, Clara. Would you prefer to be treated that way? What about my parents? They are in their late seventies already. Will you also discard them?”

Josh, don’t bring up other topics. I won’t give her a call.”

“The wedding will then start! Farewell!”

Agnes broke down the door when she learned that Clara’s fiancé was calling off the wedding. “Please, don’t do that, honey. Clara thinks the world of you.”
“Grandma! How on earth did you end up here?” Clara was surprised.

“Honey, I just wanted to see you. I truly wanted to see you in your wedding gown, so I did everything I could to talk myself out of going.”

I apologise, but Mrs. Arnold, there isn’t a wedding taking place here. You’re free to return,” Josh said.

“Please don’t, honey. I sympathise with Clara’s carelessness, but just do not call off the wedding. You ought to extend the same forgiveness to her as I did a long time ago.

I’m sorry, Mrs. Arnold. Josh firmly said, “I can’t do this. I have a lot of respect for you,” and he left.

As Clara watched him go, she broke down in tears. “Are you happy right now? You ruined our wedding, utterly. Is it not what you desired?

“No, honey, I didn’t mean that—” Agnes cautiously moved closer to comfort Clara, but the young lady tossed her grandma out of the room because she was so furious.

Agnes strolled backwards, observing her surroundings. Everything about the scene appeared gloomy.

Timothy and Linda were fighting once more as the guests were leaving the hall, muttering to themselves with dissatisfaction.

Agnes, fed up with the mayhem, strolled up to the wedding hall’s chairs and took a seat.

Then she gave Lincy a call and asked her to come to the wedding venue so Agnes could throw a celebration for the elderly residents of the nursing home.

Agnes was overjoyed to see everyone having a great time. Agnes didn’t care that Linda and Clara gave her a severe look when they observed how much fun the elder crowd was having at the venue.

Pouring herself a glass of wine, she immersed herself in the happy mood, forgetting her troubles. I should enjoy myself since I paid for the wedding.

Too little time remains in life to worry about everything. I regret not realising this earlier. The elderly woman sipped from her wine glass, pondering what had happened.