As a child, a woman always felt confused when her grandfather called her “my grandson,” even though she wore dresses and everyone knew she was a girl. Whenever she asked about it, her parents simply told her to ignore it.
Years later, she finally learned the real reason behind his strange behavior — a truth that explained everything and reshaped how she viewed her grandfather’s words.
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