My Son Took His Family To Hawaii Without Me Until I Called The Movers On Thanksgiving

market, new pillows, my paintings, Harold’s photograph beside the television.

Michael did not call. Amanda did not text. I missed my grandchildren, especially at night, but I did not fall apart.

I had finally learned that you cannot force people to value you.

You can only choose to value yourself.

The next Thanksgiving, I woke at 5:30 again.

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