When my daughter-in-law Karen invited me to her Fourth of July celebration, she made one rule clear:

“Don’t bring anything.” She even called three times to repeat it. Though it went against my upbringing, I decided to respect her wishes

and only brought a small bag of toys for my grandkids — little microphones with American flags for them to enjoy during the fireworks.

When I arrived, I noticed every other guest had brought food or drinks. Before I could settle in, Karen clinked her glass and announced, “Oh,

you made it! And empty-handed too — must be nice while everyone else pitches in!” My face burned as people glanced at me. Even my son looked away.

Just as I considered leaving, my granddaughter Emma climbed onto a chair with one of the toy microphones. In her sweet voice, she said,

“Mommy, why are you upset with Grandma? You told her three times not to bring anything. Remember? Grandma listened,

just like you always tell me to.” The yard went silent. Karen froze, while a few guests chuckled.

Later, as fireworks lit the sky, Emma curled in my lap and whispered, “Grandma, you brought the best thing to the party — the truth.”