MY ONLY SON DIDN’T LET ME SEE MY NEWBORN GRANDSON FOR THE FIRST TIME, EVEN THOUGH I WALKED 5 HOURS TO MEET HIM.

At 71, I finally became a grandmother! I was really looking forward to seeing my grandson. But then Mark, my son, told me he couldn’t pick me up. Honestly, I always felt like in his new, luxurious life, Mark was ashamed of his poor old mother. But I missed them so much that I decided — whatever — I would go to their house myself!

Despite the freezing cold, the snow, my tired legs that were barely functioning without my walker… I WALKED FOR 5 HOURS. I was hungry, exhausted, and barely able to stand, but nothing was going to stop me. When I finally got there, I knocked on the door. Mark opened it and looked at me. I told him about my journey, hoping he would understand, but he shouted, “I don’t care what you’ve been through! I said we’d meet later! NOW GO HOME!” and slammed the door in my face! Oh God, I stood there crying. Did I really deserve this?

Later that night, when I got home, I couldn’t move. My legs were swollen, literally giving out. Then I heard the front door creak.