Poor Woman Nurses Sick Grandmother, Inherits Her Old Couch after She Dies
After my husband’s death, I often go to bed hungry. I only make hearty meals on holidays when my son visits me. This year, he got married. It was during the Christmas holidays, and I was so excited to celebrate with him and his wife. I cooked them dinner, pouring all my love and effort into the meal, hoping to make it a memorable evening.
As we sat around the table, the aroma of the roasted turkey and freshly baked bread filling the room, I watched my son and his wife share glances and smiles. It warmed my heart to see him so happy, but I couldn’t shake the nervousness I felt around his new wife, Rebecca.
After dinner, while my son stepped out to take a call, Rebecca came up to me. She looked serious, her eyes piercing into mine. I braced myself, unsure of what was coming.
“Mrs. Johnson,” she began, her voice low but firm, “I need to talk to you about something important.”
I nodded, my heart pounding. “Of course, dear. What is it?”
Rebecca took a deep breath and then said words that will always haunt me: “You can’t keep expecting us to take care of you. We’re starting our own family now. You need to learn to stand on your own.”
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt the room spin and my knees weaken. The excitement and joy I had felt moments ago evaporated, replaced by a deep, aching sadness.
“But… I’m not asking for much,” I stammered, trying to hold back my tears. “I just wanted to make you both a nice meal.”
Rebecca’s expression softened slightly, but her resolve remained. “We appreciate that, but we have our own lives to live. We can’t be responsible for you.”
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I forced a smile, trying to hide the pain Rebecca’s words had caused. When they left, I sat in the empty house, the silence deafening. The holiday meal I had been so excited to prepare felt like a cruel reminder of how alone I was.
From that day on, the hunger I felt was no longer just physical. It was a deep, gnawing emptiness, a reminder of the loneliness that now defined my life.
