Hugo, a 25-year-old guitarist, arrived at his late Grandma Rosemary’s cottage, feeling out of place.

His memories in the old, shabby house were so different compared to his current life in New York.

“Grandma,” he muttered solemnly through tight lips.

He apologized to the air for missing her funeral and walked around her humble place, looking at the photos of his childhood with her.

They did nothing but bring back painful memories of his actions and attitude.

He was embarrassed by her job as a street sweeper back then. Now, he was ashamed of himself and how he treated her.

“Hugo, honey, walk to the side. Be careful. Watch out!” she used to remind him when taking him to school, but he ignored her.

His fingers touched the old study table she bought him that he had rejected so easily. “Grandma, this old thing? Seriously?” Hugo had taunted. He wanted a gaming console, but his grandmother couldn’t afford that.

Walking to the kitchen, Hugo mocked Rosemary’s best dishes as her being creative because she couldn’t afford anything fancy. But he was a demanding child, always wanting more and more.

She tried to be cheerful. “Next time, honey bee!” Rosemary would promise. But she couldn’t fulfill anything, and he only resented her. It was a shame that it took him so long to understand how ungrateful he was.

He entered her bedroom, filled with old stuff, including a wooden crib and a partially sewn shirt she had been making for him.

“Unbelievable, Grandma! On a scale of ten, how confident were you that I would come to see you all these years?” Hugo mused, shaking his head.

Clothes… another memory of his past surfaced—the prom debacle from 8 years ago. Obviously, he wanted something striking and had secretly admired an expensive suit at a boutique but felt resentful once again towards his grandmother for having no money.

After being teased at school because kids knew he couldn’t afford a good suit for prom, Hugo returned home and slammed the door to his room.

“Honey bee, please open the door. Is it a girl? Did she reject your proposal or something?” Rosemary had knocked, her voice soothing and concerned.

But he didn’t want anything to do with her at that moment. Frustrated about their financial situation, he screamed into his pillow.

Rosemary had waited for Hugo to join her for dinner that night, but he refused, leaving her worried and alone at the table. The following day, she hurried to prepare a good breakfast, but he brushed her off and left in a hurry.

Hugo’s memories continued to haunt him as he walked through his grandmother’s old house. He recalled a time when his friends had mocked Rosemary while she worked, and his face turned red in shame, so he lashed out at them.

“Shut up, guys! Just shut up!” he had snapped, trying to walk away.

Rosemary, unaware of Hugo’s humiliation, approached him with cookies. “Here, my boy,” she said softly.

“I don’t want these damn things!” he yelled and couldn’t contain the rant that followed. He insulted her, her job, and everything in their life. “Stop, Grandma! Enough of your gestures. I’m so ashamed of you!”

Hugo had known he had hurt her deeply, especially because he had seen the slump in her shoulders as he walked off. But Rosemary had a plan. She had saved up enough money to buy him the expensive suit he wanted.

It was waiting for him that same day when they got home. “H-How did you know that I wanted this…” Hugo asked, stunned.

“I noticed you eyeing it outside the boutique! I worked overtime every day to afford it,” Rosemary had said, the wrinkles on her face deepening with her smile.

“Oh, Grandma, I love you…I love you so, so, so much!” he had gushed, breathless and overwhelmed. He gave her the biggest hug, but that happiness didn’t last long.

Rosemary, dressed in her best attire, had excitedly prepared to accompany Hugo to prom. When she announced her intention to go with him, he choked on his own spit and started laughing. “To the prom? Grandma, are you kidding me?” he said. “No way!”

Despite her efforts, he had once again broken her heart.

A few weeks later, during Hugo’s graduation, Rosemary dressed up in her best attire and went to the school with her colleagues. Hugo saw them, and instead of being happy to have so many people cheering for him, he paid off the security guard to deny them entry.

Hugo only had time to see Rosemary and the other sanitation workers being escorted out; there was yelling and pleading, but he walked off to be with his friends.

Returning home, Rosemary prepared Hugo’s favorite dishes to celebrate his graduation and early birthday. However, when Hugo arrived, he disregarded the food. “Why did you come to my school, Grandma?” he demanded.

She was confused, but Hugo’s rant was very clear. He berated her and her co-workers for trying to shame him in front of his friends and their fancy families. “You almost ruined my reputation at my graduation!” Hugo accused, pointing his finger at her.

A few days later, on his 18th birthday, Hugo left his grandmother to pursue his dreams of being a musician in the big city, abandoning her despite her pleas. Over the years, his contact with her dwindled until it stopped altogether.

When Rosemary fell ill, Hugo could not visit due to his music tour. She passed away alone, and he was informed of her death much later. And now, he was back at her house, thinking of everything he couldn’t take back.

A knock interrupted his regretful memories. It was Simon, Rosemary’s neighbor, with an urn and a letter for Hugo. He skimmed it, only to discover that she wanted her ashes scattered in the sea. He rolled his eyes, thinking it was such an inconvenience.

But the neighbor had something else: Rosemary’s dog, Sunny. It was another responsibility he didn’t want, and he planned to abandon him.

He searched the cottage for hidden valuables, finding nothing and reflecting bitterly on Rosemary’s life. “Look at you, Grandma! What did you earn out of years of sweeping and scrubbing the streets? NOTHING! And what did you leave me? NOTHING! Just an urn with your ashes! Great!” he spatted into the emptiness, knowing he was madder at himself.

He spent the night and started exploring the attic the next day. He found a box filled with trivial items and an old diary there. He was about to start reading it when Sunny’s barking at a rat distracted him.

He tried to calm Sunny, and while doing so, he accidentally knocked over his Grandma Rosemary’s urn from a nearby table, and his eyes noticed a locket nestled among the dirt.

Confused but curious, Hugo consulted Simon, who revealed that Rosemary had instructed him to put the locket in her urn, saying it was part of her past.

Intrigued, Hugo returned to the cottage and began to read his grandmother’s diary, which transported him to Rosemary’s childhood. Sunny sat beside him while he read, and Hugo couldn’t help but pat his head.

In the spring of 1949, a young Rosemary, playing by the rain, noticed a wealthy woman, Anna, and her son, Henry, arriving at the orphanage where she lived. She would later discover their family were big donors to the church that ran this group home.

Back then, she stealthily took Anna’s pretty red scarf but Henry caught her.

“Where’s my Mommy’s scarf?” Henry demanded as his mother was distracted from talking to other adults. Rosemary denied taking it, but he persisted, “Liar! You stole it. I saw you running with it. Give it back!”

Rosemary started to cry, which attracted Anna and a nun’s attention. “Hey, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” the fancy woman asked.

“Mommy, she stole your scarf. I saw her running with it,” Henry accused.

Anna empathized with Rosemary and gave her the scarf to keep. Rosemary poked her tongue out at Henry while he pouted and crossed his arms. But the animosity wouldn’t last long.

Surprisingly, Henry and Rosemary became best friends, thanks to that incident. But when they turned 18 and 17, Henry confessed his love and proposed to Rosemary, as he was about to leave for London.

“Rosie, will you be mine?” he asked. She hesitated, staring at the golden sand beneath them on their favorite beach.

“Henry, you’re my…friend! I’ve never seen you differently,” she said softly, the wind blowing in her hair.

He nodded. “Still, I’ll wait for you, Rosie. For as long as it takes!”

Henry left for London but he would send her love letters and a Teddy bear in the following months.

Hugo turned the page on Rosemary’s diary but found it empty. The rest of the journal had nothing more except an unposted old envelope bearing the name ‘Henry’ with an address.

Hugo had to know the rest of their story, so he bought a new urn for Rosemary’s ashes and set off with Sunny–whom he had grown to love–to find Henry. “Sunny, old pal, looks like we’re in this together! Let’s uncover Grandma’s secrets, shall we?” he said.

After exhausting bus rides, hitchhikes, and motel stays, Hugo and Sunny arrived outside a huge mansion in the unfamiliar city where Henry supposedly lived.

However, an older man provided Hugo with the correct address. Arriving at a modest house with a rose garden in a coastal town only an hour away, Hugo found an elderly Henry.

Before Hugo could utter a word, Henry’s gruff voice cut through the air. “You’re not getting any of my roses, you hear me? Get out of my property!” he barked.

Sunny got spooked and started barking, defending Hugo.

“Get outta here, or I’ll call the co –” “I’m Rosemary’s grandson!” Hugo blurted, closing one eye as if expecting a blow.

The old man’s mouth popped open. “Ro-Rose-Rosemary’s…” Henry stuttered as his eyes watered. “Come in! Come in!”

Inside, Hugo noticed the house adorned with tchotchkes like the ones Rosemary loved. Henry invited him to sit on his mismatched chairs in front of a cozy fireplace. And Hugo explained the reason for his visit, showing Henry Rosemary’s diary, the love letters he had sent, and her unposted letter.

He also told the old man how he learned about him. Sighing, Henry lamented, “Oh, Rosie, why didn’t you come back? Why did you leave me?” as he touched the mementos of their past.

Hugo then presented the locket with their pictures, prompting Henry to cry harder. “What happened after you left for London?” he asked.

The old man sniffed, and his voice was small and broken as he revealed that Rosemary had stopped writing to him. Upon returning from London, he was told she had moved away and didn’t love him.

Devastated, Henry lived a solitary life. “Rosie had taken my heart for eternity…just like she took that red scarf,” he said, retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his face.

He also said that when his parents died, he sold everything and moved to this lovely, tiny house, which was near the orphanage where Rosemary grew up. Henry didn’t know she had passed and cried more, the sound muffled by the handkerchief.

“Maybe your parents lied to you, Henry. Why would Grandma leave you when she genuinely loved you? Maybe they told her to stay away from you because she was poor,” Hugo suggested, tilting his head. “Do you know where I found this locket? In her urn.” Hugo took the urn out of his backpack and showed it to Henry. “Your Rosemary hasn’t gone anywhere,” he said, touching the old man’s shoulder. “She’s right there in front of you…I think it’s time to say goodbye.”

Henry nodded, wiped his face with the handkerchief again, and led him to the beach nearby – his and Rosemary’s favorite spot. With the sounds of the waves and the seagulls, they scattered her ashes together.

After another few days, Hugo returned to his regular life with Sunny by his side, but he wrote songs about his grandma, begging for her forgiveness and telling the world about her long-lost love with Henry. It was his most successful work, and it felt like his apology to Rosemary for the awful kid he had been.

Henry died a year later, and Hugo scattered his ashes at the same beach. “Now, you can be together,” he whispered and sang one of his hits.