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

That evening, I heard a single car pull into the driveway.

Julian stepped out, holding a small paper bag, uncertainty written in her posture.

When I opened the door, she smiled carefully. “Am I early? It looks like no one else is here yet.”

“They couldn’t make it this year,” I said.

She paused—and in that moment, understanding settled over her.

“Oh,” she said quietly. Then, after a breath, “Okay. Then it’s just us.”

It was.

We ate together at the long table, four empty chairs surrounding us. And somehow, the evening felt warmer than any Christmas I could remember.

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