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

Now I could spend an afternoon reading a novel without being interrupted by a child asking for a snack or an adult reminding me about a bill.

At first, I felt guilty.

Then restless.

Then peaceful.

Not every day.

Some days I missed the children so badly that the apartment felt unbearably quiet.

I called them.

We arranged visits.