Hopeful first step
I hoped this was the first step towards mending our fractured family. The dinner had gone better than I anticipated, giving me a glimmer of hope.
As they prepared to leave, I hugged each of them, including the grandchildren, who seemed slightly more receptive.
‘We’ll figure this out,’ I whispered to Michael and Linda. They nodded, looking worn but hopeful. A tiny flame of optimism ignited within me.
This was a challenging path, but at least we had started.