“I’m sure they’ll call soon,” Lorena reassured me. “If they don’t, you’re welcome to join us for Christmas dinner.”
I nodded, grateful for her kindness, but my heart ached at the thought of spending Christmas away from my family.
Christmas morning came, and I cried as I stared at the unopened gifts under my tree. Just as I was about to accept Lorena’s invitation, there was a knock at the door, startling me.
Opening it, I found my children and grandchildren on my doorstep.
“Surprise!” they shouted, rushing inside with hugs, laughter, and gifts.
“What are you all doing here?” I asked, my voice trembling with emotion.
“This year, we’re spending Christmas with you, Grandma!” my granddaughter Elizabeth announced.
As the family settled in, Matthew pulled me into a tight embrace.
“I’m so sorry, Mom,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I wasn’t ashamed of you – I was ashamed of myself.”
I looked up at him, confused.
“After I saw you at the store, I couldn’t believe you were working so hard while I’ve been living so comfortably,” Matthew admitted. “Lorena called me and told me how much you’ve sacrificed for us, and it made me realize how selfish I’ve been. I should’ve been taking care of you, not the other way around.”
Marina stepped forward, tears in her eyes. “I felt the same way, Mom. We forgot how much you gave us when we started our businesses. It’s time we paid you back.”
I smiled through my tears, grateful for their apologies but even more for their presence. “Let’s not dwell on the past,” I said, urging everyone to the tree. “It’s Christmas – time for presents and joy!”
We spent the day laughing, eating, and cherishing one another. It was a Christmas I would never forget.
Marina and Matthew kept their promise, repaying me and ensuring I never struggled again. While I continued my job because I enjoyed it, I retired at 70 with a secure bank account and the unwavering love of my family.
Honest work is honorable. There is no shame in any job, as long as it is honest and earns a living. Don’t forget the sacrifices of your parents. My children needed a reminder of how much I had done for them, but they ultimately made amends. Take time to cherish family. A small gesture of love and connection can mean everything to those who feel forgotten.
Who do you need to call this holiday season? Share my story with them – it might inspire them too.