My confusion must have been evident because Gerald turned to me, and to my shock, his eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“Oh, Mom, I understand about the house and the money.
Amy and Oliver are struggling, and I have more money than I could ever spend,” he said softly. “But what you’re leaving me shows me how well you understand me. You know exactly what’s important to me and close to my heart.
I have all the money I need, but the memories you’re giving me? Those are priceless.”
I gasped, barely able to process what he was saying. “But Gerald… I thought you were kicking me out!”
He grinned.
“No such luck! I’m taking you to Tahiti for two weeks. I think it will do your arthritis the world of good, and I could use some quality time with my mom!”
A sob broke from my lips as I threw my arms around him.
“Oh, Gerald! I thought—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
He chuckled, patting my back. “I know what you thought, Mom.
But I’d never do that to you.”
The tears I’d been holding back spilled over, but this time they were tears of relief, of love. My son—my wonderful boy—had understood me after all.
Those two weeks in Tahiti were magical. The warm sun, the ocean breeze, the laughter we shared—it was everything I hadn’t realized I needed.
Gerald even got himself a tan, and to my delight, he met a lovely young woman who was also on vacation from New York.
Watching them together, I had a feeling I wouldn’t have to wait too long for grandchildren after all!
“Can’t talk now, mom! I’m with a customer. I might finally sell a house this year.
I’ll call the neighbors to check up on you. But I’m sure it’s nothing. You must’ve sat on the pot too long.
Ok. Gotta go. I’ll come in to check on you tonight.”
Wendy remembered the call with her son, John, the first time her legs went numb.
She remembered the state of panic she was in when she called him for help. She remembered getting breathless, fearing she was going to die. But her son didn’t have time to help her despite living a few blocks away.
He didn’t remember to call the neighbors to check in on her or visit her that night.
And he even failed to sell the house, or any house, for that entire year.
It had been a year since Wendy started feeling numbness in her legs. They stopped working all of a sudden as if they were paralyzed. Initially, the weakness in her legs lasted 10-15 mi
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