I'm 72 years old. I spent my whole life working as a librarian, clipping coupons, and saving every penny I could. I never had much, but I always promised myself one thing: if my only granddaughter ever needed me, I'd be there. So when she came to me crying about how expensive her dream wedding would be—the dress, the venue, the catering—my heart broke. She's my only grandchild, the light of my life. I wanted her to have it all, even if I never had it myself. That week, I sold my house. The littl