My Son Left Me Behind on Thanksgiving and Flew His Family to Hawaii—So Friday Morning, I Called Movers and Took Back Everything I Had Paid For

“I’m ready.”

We locked the doors.

Left the envelope on the counter.

Then drove away.

The trip took most of the day.

We stopped for food, fuel, and rest.

The Buick complained during one long climb but kept going.

When the lights of Santa Fe finally appeared, I felt more tired than I had in years.