After losing my parents, my circle of family shrank significantly. It was down to my aunt and uncle on my dad’s side, my grandmother, and the only remaining tie to my mom’s side—my other grandma. Even though my job keeps me busy and I can’t always be around, I wanted to do something meaningful.
So, I covered the cost of an entire vacation—flights, hotel, everything. My thinking was, if I couldn’t be with them, at least I could give them something special. They seemed thrilled—at least, that’s what I believed.
They sent airport selfies, beach pics with heart emojis, and cheerful messages like, “Family means everything!” I felt good knowing I had given them a moment of joy. Then my phone rang. It was Grandma.
She was crying. “Honey… I’m still at the airport. They left without me.
It was too hard getting my wheelchair to the gate, and they said they couldn’t miss the flight.”
I stood there in shock, unable to process what I was hearing. They had actually left her—completely alone—at the airport. I tried to believe it was a misunderstanding, so I texted Aunt Liz: “Why did you leave Grandma at the airport?
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