My Son Lives With His

I flew abroad to meet my son’s family and my new granddaughter, overjoyed until my daughter-in-law said I couldn’t stay with them due to lack of space. My son’s silence broke my heart. Feeling like a stranger, I stayed in a hotel, crying alone. The next day, hoping to see them, I sat in a park but felt invisible when they brushed me off. Devastated, I left a stuffed rabbit for my granddaughter and returned home, where my empty house mirrored my

loneliness. My neighbor’s kindness prompted me to rediscover old hobbies like painting and join a library reading program, where children’s joy healed me. Unexpectedly, my son visited, admitting his struggles and apologizing. We reconciled, and on my next visit, I bonded with my granddaughter and mended ties with his family. Forgiveness and patience rebuilt our connection, teaching me that love offers second chances, filling my life with new purpose and joy.