Tracy returned from the parent meeting, her emotions in turmoil. It was a chilly autumn evening, the drizzle adding to the cold discomfort she felt, though the chill inside her was even more pronounced.
The issue wasn’t just her 13-year-old daughter, Celeste, struggling with math; that was a concern, but one she believed could be resolved. What bothered her more was when Celeste’s teacher, Mrs. Bell, suggested organizing an event for Grandmother’s Day. Tracy’s heart sank at the thought.
All the parents eagerly embraced the idea of celebrating their grandmothers; some had one grandmother, others two. Tracy, however, remained silent. She had no one to invite.
Her husband’s parents had passed away years ago, and as for her own parents, well, her father had never been a part of her life. Her mother was a more complex matter; she was alive, yet she might as well not exist for Tracy. She had given birth to her, but in Tracy’s eyes, it might have been better if she hadn’t, considering the…Read Full Story Here……
