The restaurant was fancy, and Hyacinth’s overly cheerful attitude felt forced. She ordered the most expensive items without consulting me, and I could tell something was off. As we ate, she kept checking her phone and barely acknowledged me.
When the bill came, Hyacinth disappeared, leaving me with the hefty total. I thought she’d ditched me. But as I was leaving, she surprised me with balloons and a cake, announcing, “You’re gonna be a granddad!”
She explained she wanted to reconnect and have me in her life—and in her baby’s life. It was a second chance at family. I was overwhelmed with emotion, realizing she truly cared.
For the first time in years, I felt like I belonged.
Would you have expected this surprise? What would you have done in Rufus’s place?
