My parents told me there wouldn’t be “ENOUGH SPACE” for me at the annual family gathering. But then they invited 88 people. All six of my siblings, their families, in-laws, even cousins and friends. I didn’t say a single word. Instead, I ACTED. Hours later, my mother started screaming…

Part 6: Conclusion

One year later.

Sarah sat in her office, reviewing the portfolio for a charity ball she was organizing. The intercom buzzed.

“Sarah? A letter arrived for you. Personal. No return address, but the handwriting looks… familiar.”

“Bring it in.”

Her assistant dropped a cream-colored envelope on the desk.

Sarah recognized the handwriting immediately. It was Linda’s. The loops on the ‘S’ were unmistakable.

She opened it. Inside was a generic “Thinking of You” card from a drugstore.

Sarah,
Your father’s birthday is coming up next month. We are having a small dinner at the condo. We miss you. We are willing to put the past behind us if you are. Jessica is bringing her new boyfriend. We’d love for you to come. Maybe we can talk about the future.
Love, Mom.

P.S. If you come, could you possibly bring a few bottles of that nice red wine you used to buy? The selection at the local liquor store is dreadful.