My Mom “Forgot” To Save Dessert For My Son At The Christmas Party And Said, “We Didn’t Set Any Aside.”

On Christmas Eve, I was standing in my parents’ living room, watching my son hover near the dessert table in his little sweater, cheeks pink from running around the house. My mom picked up the last slice of Christmas pudding, looked straight at him, then turned to the room and said, “Only family gets to eat.” She laughed.

My sister’s kids giggled with their plates already loaded with seconds, and everyone went right back to talking as if my child had not just been told he did not belong.

My son swallowed, forced a smile, and whispered that he was not hungry anyway.

I could see his eyes shine. And in that moment, something in me snapped into place.

I did not throw a scene. I did not shout or flip the table.

I just took a slow breath, walked over, and told him to grab his coat.

While my mom called after us, asking where we were going, I said we had everything we needed at home, and closed the door on the smell of dinner and the sound of their laughter.

I honestly thought that was going to be the worst part of the night. The very next morning, my phone lit up with 33 missed calls from my mom and one panicked voicemail about how they were sealing everything and how I needed to call her back right now.

The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.
Tap READ MORE to discover the rest 🔎👇