Chapter 1 - The Invited GuestI was sixty-five before I ever saw the ocean.
Life had never given me much room for vacations.
My husband died when Daniel was eight, and for the next fifteen years, I worked double shifts at a diner to keep us afloat. After Daniel moved out, my mother became ill, and I cared for her until she passed away too.
By then, traveling felt like something meant for other people.
So when Daniel called and invited me on a family vacation, I thought I had misunderstood.
“We’re going to the coast,” he said. “You’ve never seen the ocean. It’s time.”
“Are you sure Macy is comfortable with me coming?”
“She suggested it.”
I called Macy anyway.
“We would love to have you,” she said. “The kids are excited.”
Daniel paid for my hotel because my pension barely covered my monthly expenses.
May you like
I offered to reimburse him a little at a time.
“Mom, stop,” he said. “This is a gift.”
Related Stories
