My parents exchange concerned glances. They look surprised by the unexpected turn of events. They remain silent.
Grandma’s face contorts with a mix of frustration and resistance, a storm brewing beneath the surface. The weight of her disappointment and disapproval lingers palpably in the air.
With measured words and a calm tone, I implore Grandma, "Please, Grandma, let's not resort to violence. We can find a way to resolve this peacefully."
Grandma's eyes meet mine, her gaze fills with a mix of resistance and contemplation. The lines on her face soften slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath her hardened exterior.
I continue to hold her gaze, hoping that my words have reached a deeper part of her heart.
"You shouldn’t be biased against Megan," I say. "If you get along with her, you will find she is good. You should give her a chance."