A week before Christmas, I was in the kitchen making coffee when I heard voices coming from the living room. It was Amanda, my daughter, on the phone. Her tone was casual, carefree, as if she were planning a vacation or picking out a new dress.
I approached slowly without making a sound, because something in her voice made me stop. Then I heard her say clearly, “Just leave all eight grandkids with her to watch and that’s it. She doesn’t have anything else to do anyway.
We’re going to the hotel and we’ll have a peaceful time.”
I felt as if the floor had opened up beneath my feet. I stood frozen behind the door, the mug still in my hand, trying to process what I had just heard. It wasn’t the first time I had heard something like this, but never so direct, so cold, so completely without any consideration for me.
Amanda continued talking, even laughing. “Yeah, Martin already booked the hotel at the coast. We’re going to take advantage of these days without the kids.
Robert and Lucy agree, too. They’re going to that resort they’ve always wanted to visit. Mom has experience.
She knows how to handle all eight of them. Plus, she already bought the gifts and paid for dinner. We just have to show up on the 25th, eat, open presents, and that’s it.
Perfect. No, perfect.”
That word hung in the air like poison. Perfect for them.
Perfect for everyone but me. I carefully placed the mug on the table, trying not to make a sound. My hands were shaking, not from fear, but from a rage so deep I didn’t even know I had it.
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