The pain of betrayal was like a weight she couldn’t shake. After learning of her husband’s infidelity, she drove straight to her grandmother’s house, needing the comfort only Grandma could provide.
“I don’t think I can get past this,” she confessed, her voice breaking.
Grandma listened, then stood and walked to the stove. She filled three pots with water and set them to boil. Into each, she placed something different: carrots, eggs, and coffee grounds.
Curious, the granddaughter watched as the water bubbled. When the timer dinged, Grandma strained each pot and placed the results before her.
“Tell me what you notice,” Grandma said.
The carrots were tender. The egg’s insides had firmed. The coffee had turned plain water into something rich and fragrant.
“Life’s toughest moments test us,” Grandma explained. “Some people soften under pressure. Others grow hard. But the strongest? They change the world around them.”
She took her granddaughter’s hand.
“So tell me, sweetheart—which will you be?”
The question lingered in the air. For the first time in days, the granddaughter felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could turn this pain into something better.
