Every family has traditions that hold them together, and for us, Sunday dinners were sacred. Ever since my dad passed away three years ago, my mom made sure we gathered at her house every week, rain or shine. Those meals weren’t just about food — they were about keeping his memory alive.
So when my mom sent a short text one Sunday afternoon that read, “Please don’t come today”, I felt my stomach drop. No explanation, no emojis, just those five words.
My brother and I looked at each other and knew instantly that something was wrong. We ignored her request, got in the car, and drove straight to her house, hearts pounding with worry.
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