Taken from life. “Daughter did not invite me to my daughter's birthday,” she said that I did not match their holidays

I have been to her all my life. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/d284cf/620x0/1/0/2025/04/05/njkwtsktqnlclwlwlwubandjkohalz1sgoq0lfjflwg.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (94,97,88,1)" > < p > I raised her myself & ndash; Her father left before she could say the first & ampquo; mama & rdquo;. We were two against the world. When she was sick, I didn't sleep at night. When she had problems at school & ndash; I stood a wall. I gave her my life, heart and youth. And I always believed that this bond would survive everything.

< p > until the day that was seemingly a simple Saturday. < p > a neighbor rang.

< p > & ndash; I saw your C & Amp; Oacute; RKA today & ndash; She said. & ndash; She did a party for a small one. Balloons, cake, kids ran for a yard. I thought you were there too & hellip;

< P >I froze. My granddaughter, my little Kruszynka had a birthday. And I & Hellip; I didn't even know.

< p > I took the phone, my hands were trembling. I called C & Amp; Oacute; Rki. Picked up after a few signals, in an indifferent voice like a cold wind.

< p > & ndash; I did not want to you m & oacute; ndash; She said quietly. & ndash; Just & Hellip; This is not a place for you. This is our holiday. And you & Hellip; you don't fit.

< p > & ndash; I do not fit ? & ndash; I whispered. & ndash; I am your mother. I am the grandmother of this girl. < p > & ndash; Exactly. And I don't want you to be in the center as always. Your comments, TW & Amp; Oacute; J tons, these faces & Hellip; I don't want this energy with my child. I want peace. < p > It was not n & oacute; Ż. It was an ax into the heart. Heavy, brutal and final. < P > I folded the phone and sat in silence. I looked at P & oacute; where a gift stood, which I bought a month earlier a month earlier & ndash; Handmade dollhouse. With love. With heart. With hope. < p > I always thought that to love meant to be. Be present, even when it hurts, even when we get & orne; But now I know that you can be erased & ndash; Even from the birthday of your own granddaughter. < p > I don't know what I did so badly. Maybe I loved too much. Maybe I was too often m & oacute; what I think. Maybe I'm just from another world, which & oacute; ry does not match the & their holidays & rdquo;.

< p > But in the evening, when I put out the light, I still hear her voice from years ago, when she wandered to me with a teddy bear:

< p > & ndash; Mommy, promise you will always be with me.

< p > I promised. And I kept my word. She forgot.