“I wanted this Christmas to be special for both of you. I know Mom is away, so it was up to me to make it good for you. I didn’t think Susan would go this far.
I ignored the topic after I spoke to her.”
“You thought ignoring it would help?”
His silence was enough of an answer.
“I’m catching the next flight,” he said simply.
When Susan finally made it home, hours later, after hitching a ride from a tow-truck driver, she looked like she’d been dragged through life.
Susan took herself to my bathroom and washed off her experience before falling into a deep sleep on the couch. When she woke up, my dad was there, fresh off his flight.
“You canceled her flight?” he demanded before saying anything else.
Susan froze, her face going pale.
“I… Rob, I wanted us to have some family time without…”
“Without my daughter?” he snapped. “You didn’t just ruin her Christmas; you tried to ruin our relationship.
What kind of person does that to a teenager? Rosalie is just a child who has been forced to grow up because of you!”
Susan stammered, trying to defend herself, but the damage was done.
“Pack your things,” Dad said firmly. “Spend Christmas wherever you want.
But it won’t be here. And I’ll be spending Christmas with my daughter.”
For once, Susan was speechless. She gathered her things and left, her head hanging in shame.
As for me?
Dad booked us flights back home, and he promised that Susan wouldn’t be there when we got in.
We spent the rest of the holiday sipping hot cocoa, eating pie, and laughing over the ridiculousness of it all.
And Susan?
She spent Christmas alone in a hotel room, nursing her bruised ego and her hefty towing fine.
Shame. Sometimes karma works fast.
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