Looking into my granddaughter’s chocolate brown eyes, my heart melted.
‘I love cuddling her,’ I confessed to my son, Nelson, on Christmas morning. ‘She’s absolutely gorgeous.’
Nelson was 17 and his girlfriend, Kristi, was 16 when Kati was born.
School sweethearts, Kristi’s pregnancy wasn’t planned.
An accident, sure, but Kati was no mistake.
Still young, Kristi struggled with motherhood though.
‘Can you help me?’ she’d sob.
Nelson tried, but was overwhelmed, too.
A devoted grandma, I stepped in – changing Kati, cleaning and taking care of everyone.
An angel, I fell in love with her more each day.
Sadly, Kristi continued to struggle and her and Nelson’s relationship failed.
‘It’s not working,’ he said. ‘Kristi’s stressed.’
Then Kristi and her parents moved away with Kati, a 10-hour drive across Texas…
