As Claire gathered her things and left, there was a strange sense of poetic justice in the air.
The woman who had no qualms about ridiculing someone’s appearance was then facing the consequences of her own words.
Later that night, as we cleaned up the remnants of what was supposed to be a joyous Christmas dinner, my son approached me.
He thanked me for being honest and showing him who Claire truly was. He admitted that he deserved someone who treated others with kindness and respect.
Justice doesn’t take a holiday.
And sometimes, the best gift you can receive is the truth, even if it comes with a side of unexpected drama.
Cheers to a Christmas I’ll never forget!
