The day they left for college, I stood in the driveway and cried harder than I had at their birth.
They came home nearly every weekend.
They brought laundry, empty stomachs, and stories.
Our old kitchen remained the center of their world.
Even as adults, they crowded around the same scratched table where they had eaten cereal as children.
I believed the hardest years were behind us.
Then the gifts began.
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Packages Without Names
The first package arrived for Rose.
Inside was a pearl necklace in a velvet box.
There was no return address.
Rose claimed it was from “someone she knew.”
A few weeks later, May received a designer coat—the exact shade of red she had wanted as a child.
Then June mentioned that someone had made three payments on her used car.
One Sunday afternoon, I found all three of them whispering in the kitchen.
“Girls, don’t tell me each of you suddenly found a rich fiancé,” I joked.
No one laughed.
Rose looked at May.
May looked at June.
June stared at the floor.
My stomach tightened.
“What is it?”
Rose took a breath.
“They’re gifts from Mom.”
The room tilted around me.
“Your mother?”
“We’ve been talking to her for a while,” May said softly.
“For how long?”
“Almost six months,” June answered.
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“We didn’t know how,” Rose said. “We were trying to understand what she wanted.”
I gripped the back of a chair.
Lisa had returned.
She had contacted the daughters she abandoned, yet she had made no attempt to speak to me.
The selfish part of me felt betrayed.
I had changed their diapers, packed their lunches, paid their tuition bills, sat beside their beds when they were sick, and waited outside examination rooms.
Lisa sent expensive gifts and suddenly became “Mom.”
But when I looked at the girls’ worried faces, I forced my anger down.
They had a right to know her.
My pain was not their burden.
“What has she told you?” I asked.
“That she made a mistake,” May said.
“That she was young and frightened,” June added.
Rose folded her arms.
“She also talks a lot about her charity foundation and the magazine article being written about her.”
That detail bothered me.
“What article?”
“A profile about successful women who balance family and business,” Rose said.
I almost laughed.
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