My Daughter Completely Forgot About My 90th Birthday

Hi there, this is Patty. I can declare with confidence that I have had a great and happy life after 90 wonderful years. Since my husband passed away a few years ago, Angie, my daughter, and I have mostly been spending our time together.

I was ecstatic as my ninetieth birthday approached. My daughter had assured me that she would come see me and spend the day with my grandchildren.

Imagining my grandchildren brings me constant joy. It reminds me of the times when my spouse and I raised Angie. My grandchildren remind me of those special occasions because they look so much like her.

They also have a father who looks like Angie’s ex-husband, John. I loved John so much that I was devastated by their split. The closest thing I’ve ever had to a son was John. He had a big heart and was friendly. He still sends me a Christmas card every year, even now. While I had hoped for John and Angie to be back together, life has other ideas.

When my birthday finally arrived, I was overjoyed. But as the day went on, my enthusiasm gave way to anxiety. It was getting close to lunchtime, and Angie had not responded to me. I called her multiple times, but she didn’t pick up.

When I tried to call Angie again, the call went straight to voicemail. Since she was driving, I thought she wouldn’t be able to respond. But as time went on, it became evident that, like many other days, I would be spending this birthday alone.

I was about to give up when someone rang the doorbell. If my knees weren’t so weak, I would have immediately jumped up in excitement. I was quite happy with my birthday present from Angie and the kids, since it had been a long time.

My heart fell when I saw a manly figure through the glass of the entrance. When I answered the door, I saw a happy John with gifts and flowers in his hands.

“Happy Birthday, Mom!” He gave a kind greeting.

“John? Oh, you didn’t have to,” I said, startled and happy at the same time.

“A small token to honor your amazing day,” John stated as he passed the presents.

Is that the chocolate of my dreams? You remembered, huh? My cheeks flushed with joy as I exclaimed.

How could I overlook that? It’s all you ever eat,” John laughed in response.

You’re overly charming. Could you come to supper with me? Asking him to come in, I did.

Oh no. Not that I would want to bother. You must have plans. John answered modestly, “I just wanted to drop off your presents and see your gorgeous self.

“That’s absurd! I would like the company, and I don’t have anything planned. I insisted, “Plus, I’m making apple pie.”

“Pineapple pie? John chuckled as he entered, “You ought to have led with that.”

John, like my late spouse, is an amazing chef. John did the majority of the cooking while we were together during the day. I was just happy to have the company. It was during supper that John finally inquired about Angie.

Will Angie and the children be joining us then? I would really like not think that I was ambushing her or doing anything similar. Although I really didn’t plan to remain, I’m pleased I did, John remarked.

“That’s absurd! We are family since you are my grandchildren’s father. And unfortunately, I don’t think Angie will come with us today,” I sadly said.

“Oh, that’s disappointing to hear. John said, “You shouldn’t spend your birthday by yourself.

“I’m not alone now, son, thanks to you,” I murmured, taking hold of his hand. “John, thank you.”

“No issue. Would you mind telling me why she didn’t come? or the children, at any rate? They enjoy having time with you, John continued.

“They were meant to arrive, but Angie won’t take my calls. I genuinely don’t know what transpired, but I have no doubt she will contact me again,” I remarked.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her, but she ought to at least drop the kids off. I’m going to call her,” John urged.

To my astonishment, Angie answered the phone when John called her. John later explained to me the reason behind my daughter’s birthday stand-up.

As it happens, the kids, Angie, and her new boyfriend are all on vacation. She kept it from everyone! John told me, clearly distressed.

“Trip? Did she not inform anyone, too? Why would she act in such way? I enquired.

“Patty, your guess is as good as mine. How can she get away with taking my kids and without saying anything? John replied, looking just as confused.

Oh no. This is really disheartening. Furthermore, who is this man? I was even more perplexed as I answered, “I had no idea Angie had a boyfriend.

She had made a casual reference, but an entire vacation? It seems that they had been organizing it for approximately a month. I apologize, Patty, but I think your daughter went too far this time, John stated in a frustrated tone.

I unhappily answered, “Yes, this is disappointing.”

I was shocked to hear the news. Angie could have at least informed me that she wouldn’t be available. I spoke with Angie later. The damage was done, but she said she would see the kids as soon as possible. I was truly saddened, but I will always adore my daughter.

John’s presence thankfully lessened the blow. But Angie’s actions caused a serious wound. I don’t know how to trust her at this point. How should I respond in this circumstance?

We Uncovered a Hidden Chamber While Remodeling, The Discoveries Inside Prompted Us to Relocate

When we discovered a hidden room in our newly purchased home, we never imagined it would change our lives. What we found inside forced us to move out, but it also led to an unexpected twist.

I never thought I would experience anything like a horror movie, but here I was. After years of saving, Jack and I finally bought our first house. I was thrilled and eager to start renovations, taking charge while Jack focused on work.

One Tuesday morning, while sipping coffee and scrolling through my phone, Carlos, our renovation crew leader, called me over. He had discovered a hidden door behind a section of the wall they had just torn down.

Curiosity piqued, I opened the door, only to be hit with horror. Inside was a closet filled with old clothes, covered in mold and crawling with insects. The stench was overwhelming. Shocked, I quickly shut the door and called Jack to come home.

When Jack arrived, I led him to the hidden room. His reaction mirrored mine as he realized we couldn’t stay in a house with such a dark secret. We spent hours packing essentials and making arrangements to stay with friends, uncertain about what the future held for us.

Living at our friends’ place felt like we were back at square one. I worried about what would happen to our dream home, and Jack worked late, feeling guilty about the situation. Eventually, after several pest control visits, we received a call that changed everything.

The pest control team had found a wooden box while cleaning out the hidden room. Inside were vintage pieces of jewelry. Excited but confused, we wondered why the previous owner had left them behind. After researching, we decided to sell the jewelry and use the money for renovations, transforming our nightmare into something positive.

Selling the jewelry turned into an adventure of its own. We visited various shops, learning that some pieces were quite valuable. The sale brought in more money than we expected, allowing us to renovate the hidden room and upgrade the rest of the house.

Weeks later, the hidden room became a cozy reading nook, and the rest of the house transformed with modern appliances and a beautiful back porch. On the day we moved back in, I marveled at how different the space was. To celebrate, we hosted a housewarming party, and our friends were amazed by the renovations. Jack praised my efforts in turning things around, and I felt a wave of pride.

Later, as we relaxed in our new reading nook, Jack joked about being grateful for a room full of bugs. I laughed, realizing that our journey had led us to something even better than we had originally dreamed. In the end, I knew we could face any surprise together. Looking back, I just hoped our next renovation would avoid any hidden horrors.

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