I’m Patty, and at 90 years old, I can say I’ve had a blessed life. Since my husband’s passing, it’s just been me and my daughter, Angie. I was excited for my 90th birthday, hoping to spend it with Angie and my grandkids.
But as the day went on and Angie didn’t call, I began to worry. Eventually, just as I thought I’d be alone, the doorbell rang. To my surprise, it was John, my son-in-law, with flowers and gifts.
John and I spent the day cooking and chatting. He asked about Angie, and when I told him she wasn’t coming, he called her. It turned out Angie, her new boyfriend, and the kids were on vacation—something she hadn’t told me. I was heartbroken and disappointed.
Later, Angie apologized, promising to visit soon, but the hurt lingered. As her mother, I’ll always love her, but I couldn’t help feeling deeply hurt by her thoughtlessness.
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