After 21 years of marriage, my wife surprised me with a unique request. She asked me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie, and to my surprise, that woman was my mother. My wife’s kind gesture was motivated by her knowledge that my mother, a widow of 19 years, had been feeling lonely and neglected due to my busy schedule.
I called my mother to invite her out, and she was touched by the gesture. As I picked her up that Friday evening, I couldn’t help but notice how radiant she looked. She had curled her hair and worn her best dress, and her smile lit up the entire car.
We went to a cozy restaurant, where my mother took my arm, and I read the menu for her, as her eyesight had weakened over the years. As we sat down to eat, she gazed at me with a nostalgic smile, reminiscing about the times she used to read menus for me when I was a child.
Our conversation was warm and engaging, catching up on each other’s lives. We talked so much that we missed the movie, but it didn’t matter. As I dropped her off at her house, she invited me to dinner again, and I happily accepted.
A few days later, my mother passed away suddenly, leaving me with a deep sense of loss. But then I received a surprising envelope with a restaurant receipt and a note that touched my heart. My mother had paid for our dinner in advance, leaving a message that said, “I love you, son.”
In that moment, I realized the importance of expressing love and spending quality time with our loved ones. Nothing in life is more precious than family, and I was grateful for that special dinner date with my mother, which left an indelible mark on my heart.
