My family left me to eat alone on my 75th birthday, using my money to vacation in Europe. So I sold the house while they were gone and moved next door to watch their faces when they came back…

I spent my 75th birthday eating by myself while my family used my money to go a holiday. It was intended to be a memorable 75th birthday. Something I hadn’t had in years was promised to me.

A little happiness, some brightness, and a chance to be appreciated once more. I then put on my clothes. I prepared food.

I waited. However, the events of that day altered my perspective on everyone and everything in my immediate vicinity. I could be becoming old.

I’m not blind though. Furthermore, I’m not defenseless. I want to thank you for listening to me spill my guts before I start my narrative.

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You have no idea how much it helps me. Let me now explain what actually transpired. I had spent months anticipating that trip.

Back in February, my son Andre informed me that they were preparing a unique celebration for my 75th birthday. A true holiday, he remarked. A warm place.

Mama just pack your nice outfits. Let us handle the rest. That day I was so happy that I almost spilled my coffee.

I hadn’t been anyplace but the drugstore or church for years. Since my husband’s death, I had not visited a beach. Andre dismissed my question regarding the price.

Didn’t you work your entire life? This is something you deserve. Let’s take care of it. After a week, he wanted to use my credit card to reserve the group tickets and lock in the pricing.

After a brief moment of hesitation, I trusted my boy. I gave it to them without asking many questions. We’ll travel somewhere in late April or early May, he insisted…