My Daughter Completely Forgot About My 90th Birthday – I’ve Spent It Alone Until Doorbell Rang
By Han tt – 07/06/2024
My name is Patty, and after 90 years, I can certainly claim that I have lived a blessed and happy life. My husband passed away a few years ago; since then, it has been just myself and my daughter, Angie.
I recall my delight as I planned my 90th birthday celebration. My daughter promised that she and my grandchildren will pay me a visit and spend the day together.
Seeing my grandchildren has always touched my heart. It reminded me of when my husband and I were raising Angie. My grandchildren reminded me of my daughter and looked similar to her.
They did, however, bear a remarkable resemblance to their father and Angie’s ex-husband, John. I adored John, so learning that they were getting divorced crushed my heart.
John was the closest thing I’d had to a son of my own. He was caring and had a heart of gold. To this day, he still writes me every Christmas. I dearly wish he and Angie could have worked things out, but that’s how life is sometimes.
My birthday finally arrived, and I was over the moon with excitement. But as the day continued, I began to worry. It was going to be lunchtime, and I still hadn’t heard a peep from Angie. I called her several times, but she didn’t answer a single call.
I tried to call Angie again, but it went straight to voicemail this time. I hoped that she couldn’t answer because she was driving. But, as time passed, it dawned on me that I would regrettably spend this day alone, like many other days.
“You’re too sweet. Care to join me for dinner?”
Then, the doorbell finally rang. If my knees weren’t in the fragile state they were in, I would have leaped up that very moment. It had been a while since I’d seen Angie and the kids, so this was the ultimate birthday gift.
As I got to my glass door, my heart sank to my stomach as I saw the masculine silhouette on the other side of my glass door. I opened the door to find John waiting on the other side with flowers and gifts.
“Happy Birthday, Ma!!” John said with the warmest smile.
“John?! Oh, wow! You didn’t have to,” I chirped.
“Just brought you a little something to celebrate you on this wonderful day,” John said.
“Is that my favorite chocolate I see there? Oh, wow! You remembered?!” I responded, trying my best to hide my flushed cheeks.
“How could I forget? It’s all you’d ever eat!” John said, chuckling.
“You’re too sweet. Care to join me for dinner?” I asked, ushering him in.
“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’m sure you have plans. I just wanted to see your beautiful self and drop off your presents,” John said modestly.
“Nonsense! I don’t have anything planned, and I’d appreciate the company. Plus, I’m making apple pie,” I insisted.
“Apple pie? Well, you should’ve led with that,” John remarked as he entered.
Another thing I loved about John was he was a terrific cook. This reminded me a lot of my late husband; he was also a fantastic cook. That day, John and I cooked up a storm. He insisted on doing most of the work; I was just grateful for the company. As we sat at dinner, John finally asked about Angie.
“Vacation? And she didn’t tell anyone? She just up and left? Why would she do that?”
“So, are Angie and the kids going to be joining us? I’d hate for her to think I was ambushing her or anything like that. I really had no intention of staying. But I’m grateful I did,” John said.
“Nonsense! You are the father of my grandchildren, which makes us family. And no, I do not believe Angie will join us today,” I said dejectedly.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. You shouldn’t be alone on your birthday,” John remarked.
“Well, thanks to you, son, I’m not,” I said, grabbing his hand. “Thank you, John,” I concluded.
