The Christmas gateway to the islands was something I was looking forward to, but upon arrival home, I froze when I saw my house egged.
The walls were dripping and there were shells all around the place. My house was a complete mess. Why would anyone do that?
I couldn’t think of a single person who would have my house egged. We were great neighbors. I always baked cookies for the newcomers and helped organize every activity, so it surely wasn’t because of how I treated those living near me.
When we took the kids to bed, my husband Ethan and I rushed to check the security footage.
We saw a person wearing a black hoodie and carrying eggs. The face was unrecognizable because of the clothes and the darkness, but they way they moved their head and how heir shoulders slumped between throws said more than enough about their identity.
It was definitely my mother. But why on Earth would she ever do something like that. And the note she left: This is for what you took from me before Christmas, confused me even further.
I couldn’t think of a single time when I mistreated my mother, and now she egged my house. Was she out of her right mind?
In the morning, I went to her house and she greeted me with the usual warm smile.
“Hey, Ellie, how was the trip?” she asked.
“Mom, I know what you did!” I said, and her expression and how her smile faded away told me I was right.
“How could you do something like that, mom?” I asked, nearly crying.
She looked at me and said, “It was because of your mother-in-law.”
“What has Gloria got to do with it?” I asked, and then my mom told me that my MIL called her and told her we were taking her with us to the islands.
“Ellie, I felt so alone. I was mad that she got to spend Christmas with you and the kids and I didn’t.”
“But, mom, Gloria wasn’t with us. It was just me, Ethan, and the kids.”
However, even if Gloria hadn’t done what she did, I felt like I was the one to be blamed. Between my wok, my kids, and my home, I totally forgot about my mom. Following my dad’s passing, she was all by herself, and maybe she didn’t feel welcome any longer since she stopped stopping by uninvited, bringing homemade food.
“Mom, sorry, this is my fault. I should have been around more,” I said.
She was sorry for the her stupid act of having my house egged and promised to come help me clean it the following day.
I spoke to Ethan and told him what had happened.
We both talked to Gloria, and we realized that she was as lonely as my mom was.
She said she didn’t know why she lied to my mom, maybe because she really wanted us to invite her with us.
“If you were both lonely, why didn’t you two spend Christmas together?” I asked. “You could have watched movies, or bake something, just have some fun…”
“I didn’t think of that Ellie,” my MIL said. “If I could, I would take it all back.”
Gloria decided to call my mom and apologize. She even invited her over for tea.
Slowly but surely, our moms fixed their relationship. They even became good friends.
And I? I still hate eggs.
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