sit with the uncomfortable realization that they had taken someone for granted for far too long.
Three months later, Mom called.
She didn’t ask for money.
She didn’t ask me to arrange anything.
She simply said:
“Would you like to have dinner with me?”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
And for the first time in years, I went to dinner with my mother without paying for anything.
Not the restaurant.
Not the transportation.
Not the reservation.
Not the conversation.
Nothing.
I just showed up.
Because that’s what family should have been from
