But just yesterday, Jake realized that his great-grandmother truly cared about him.
"A mother can only be kind and loving if her children show her respect and care."
Oliver was always complaining that his grandmother didn't like him, but he had been fourteen when he came home, and his intentions toward her were far from pure. How could she possibly like him?
"Think about it—if someone approaches you for their own benefit, would you want to be around them?"
Jake's eyes reddened.
Old Mrs. Horton looked at him with a smile. "I heard you're starting a business, so I've prepared these for you. Take good care of yourself out there!"
The elderly woman patted Jake's hand.
Jake's tears fell instantly.
Old Mrs. Horton continued. "To be a good person, you must first be true to yourself. You are you, not someone's son, grandson, or great-grandson. What you want, go and fight for it—that's what really matters!"
