My Grandkids Only Visited at Christmas for the Money – Last Year, I Finally Learned Who Truly Loved Me!

Carl, neatly dressed and tightly wound, talked endlessly about work, checking his watch as though he were already behind schedule.

Mike, still smelling of grease from the shop, stepped outside repeatedly to take calls, each time muttering “work stuff” as if it excused his absence.

Julian came last. She was the wanderer—the one always moving between countries and sunsets. She greeted me warmly and showed me travel photos before even taking off her coat. It was still more attention than the others gave, though it felt fleeting, like a postcard.

Dinner passed as expected. The music played. Laughter came at predictable moments. And then, without a word spoken, the room shifted.

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