My name is Victoria, and after living for 65 years, I can confidently say that I’ve had a blessed and joyful life. My husband passed away a few years ago, and since then, it’s just been me and the two beautiful souls we brought into this world—our children. As Christmas approached, I felt a surge of worry. I wrote to my children, inviting them to come. I didn’t want to hear their voices through a phone line; I wanted to hug them and share all the stories I’d been saving! To make it all happen, I started working as a cleaner at a furniture store in the mall. It’s not glamorous, but it’s honest work, and I was proud to be able to pay my bills and even buy presents for everyone. Or so I thought—until the day my kids found out. They were angry, and after that, they avoided talking to me entirely. Still, I held onto hope. I thought, I’ll see them at Christmas and explain everything. But as the days passed, the silence from them cut deeper than any words could have. On Christmas Eve, I was over the moon with excitement. Each car sound made my heart leap, but with every passing hour, the hope in my eyes began to fade. I started to worry as I stared at the empty chairs around the dining table. I called them several times, but they didn’t answer… Slowly, it dawned on me that I might spend this special day alone, just like so many others. But then, the doorbell finally rang.👇

Victoria’s children rarely called her except for holidays, but this year, her son Matthew discovered she was working as a cleaner at a store and stopped contacting her entirely. Victoria braced herself for a lonely holiday until a surprising knock at the door changed everything.

 

Victoria was gripping her broom tightly, frozen mid-task, as a man walked into the furniture store where she worked. It was her son, Matthew, staring at her with wide, shocked eyes. Victoria smiled and began walking toward him, but he turned abruptly and fled the store.

 

Matthew’s reaction startled her. He had always been a mama’s boy, but time had changed their bond. Victoria decided she would call him later to address what had happened and resumed her cleaning.

When her husband passed away a decade ago, her children, Matthew and Marina, suggested selling their family home and moving her into a smaller apartment. They used the remaining money to fund their businesses. Though their ventures thrived, their lives grew so busy that calls to their mother became infrequent. Holidays was the one time they always came together.

 

 

This year, however, Victoria realized her retirement income wasn’t sufficient to cover her bills or buy gifts for her children and grandchildren. Determined to make ends meet, she took a job as a cleaner at a furniture store in the mall. At 65, she found the work manageable and was able to save enough for her expenses and even purchase thoughtful presents for her family. But she hadn’t told her children about her job, worried about their reactions.

Her fears seemed justified after Matthew’s reaction. That evening, she called him to explain.

“I’m sorry, mother. I’m busy right now. Can I call you later?” Matthew replied curtly.

 

“But, honey. About today—” she began.

“Bye, mother,” he interrupted, hanging up.

 

Victoria was left puzzled. Matthew’s response felt excessive. Cleaning was honest work, nothing to be ashamed of. She decided to call Marina to see if she could shed light on Matthew’s behavior, but her daughter dismissed her call as well.

“Mom, I’m busy. I’ll call you later,” Marina said before hanging up.

Feeling hurt and confused, Victoria tried to comfort herself. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll see them at Holidays and explain everything,” she resolved.

 

As Holidays approached, however, neither child called her to plan their usual celebration. Victoria began to worry she’d been excluded altogether. Two days before Holidays , she confided in her neighbor, Lorena Atkinson, over coffee.

“I’m sure they’ll call soon enough, Vickie,” Lorena reassured her.

“I don’t know. They’ve never acted this way before. What if they don’t invite me? What will I do?” Victoria asked anxiously.

 

“Then you’ll spend Holidays at my place,” Lorena said with a smile.

Lorena, who lived in the penthouse of Victoria’s building, hosted her family’s holiday gatherings, which were always

lively. But Victoria still longed to spend Holidays with her own family.

Despite Lorena’s reassurances, One day morning arrived without a word from Matthew or Marina. Heartbroken, Victoria cried as she cooked breakfast. Her pile of carefully chosen gifts sat untouched under the tree.

A sudden knock at the door broke her solitude. Expecting Lorena, Victoria opened the door to a surprising sight.

 

“Surprise!” her children and grandchildren shouted.

Victoria clutched her chest, startled but overjoyed. “What? What are you doing here?”

“We’re spending the whole day with you, Grandma!” Elizabeth, her eldest granddaughter, exclaimed, rushing inside with a large gift box. The younger grandchildren followed, squealing with excitement over the presents under the tree.

 

“Calm down, everyone. Let’s get settled first,” Marina called, turning to her mother. “Mom, sorry we didn’t call earlier. This was sort of unplanned.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Come in, come in!” Victoria urged, welcoming them inside.

 

Matthew entered last, meeting Victoria’s gaze. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, Mom. I… I don’t know what came over me when I saw you at the store,” he admitted, his voice heavy with emotion.

Victoria hugged him back. “Were you ashamed of me?”

 

“At first, I thought I was,” Matthew confessed. “But then, after I got a call from your neighbor, I realized I was ashamed of myself.”

“My neighbor?” Victoria asked, confused.

 

“Yes, Mrs. Atkinson. She told me off for not inviting you to dinner and for ignoring your calls. She reminded me of how much you sacrificed for us. That’s when it hit me—I was embarrassed by how selfish I’d been,” Matthew explained.

Marina joined them, placing a hand on her mother’s back. “I felt the same. I was upset with you for not telling us you were struggling, but really, I was angry at myself. You shouldn’t have to work at all after everything you’ve done for us.”

Victoria tried to protest, but Marina interrupted gently. “We’re going to make it up to you, Mom. Mrs. Atkinson made sure of that.”

 

Victoria smiled, silently thanking Lorena for stepping in. “Let’s forget about all that for now,” she said, turning toward her eager grandchildren. “It’s time to open presents!”

That Holidays was one Victoria would always cherish. Marina and Matthew later repaid their mother for her sacrifices, ensuring she was financially secure.

 

Though Victoria enjoyed the extra support, she chose to keep her job, retiring officially at 70 with a healthy bank account and a heart full of love. From then on, her children never failed to answer her calls or invite her to family gatherings.

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