My Daughter Texted Me: “For Christmas, We’re Keeping It Very Small—Just Immediate Family.” I Replied, “No Problem. Have Fun.” What She Didn’t Know Was-I Had Just Moved Into My Brand New $22 Million Mansion. When One Of My Guests Posted Photos Online, My Phone Rang 59 Times. “Mom, Please Call Me Back…”

“Can we… can we start over?

Maybe you could host Christmas this year. That house looks incredible and the kids would love—”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” I said gently. “Why not?”

I set down my fork and looked at her directly.

“Because I already have plans. I’m spending Christmas with people who actually want me there, not people who suddenly discovered I might be worth their time.”

The words hit like physical blows. Melanie flinched and Andrew’s face flushed red.

“That’s not fair,” Melanie said. “You’re my mother. Of course, I want you there.”

“Really?

Because 4 days ago I wasn’t close enough family to warrant an invitation. What’s changed? I wonder.”

Patricia coughed delicately.

“Perhaps this is a conversation for another time.”

“No,” I said firmly. “I think it’s exactly the right time.”

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