When my son told me I wasn’t welcome for Christmas, I didn’t argue.
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t ask why.
I smiled, picked up my coat, walked out to my truck, and drove home.
At the time, he thought that smile meant acceptance.
It didn’t.
It meant something inside me had finally gone quiet.
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