Lonely nights became even more unbearable after my husband’s passing, but holidays brought a glimmer of joy, especially when my son and his new wife visited. Our first holiday as a family was meant to be special, with the house filled with the enticing aroma of roast turkey, freshly baked bread, and sweet pies—a feast fit for a king.
When my son and his wife arrived, their faces radiating happiness and love, my heart swelled with joy. We gathered around the table, sharing laughter and savoring the meal prepared with love.
However, the joy took an unexpected turn when my son’s wife approached me with a solemn expression, expressing a desire to establish their own family traditions.
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