Amelia longed to meet her newborn grandson, but her son, Marcos, refused to pick her up. Determined, she decided to walk to his house, despite using a walker. It took her hours, but when she finally arrived, he forbade her from entering. What happened next was shocking.

“I can’t pick you up, Mom. I have errands to run for Camila, and other people are coming over. We’ll schedule a time for you to see the baby,” Marcos told his mother, Amelia, over the phone. She was supposed to meet her grandson that day, and her son had promised to pick her up.
“Are you sure? It’s a quick drive,” Amelia pleaded. She desperately wanted to see her grandson.
“Another time, Mom. I have to go. Bye!” Marcos hung up, leaving Amelia with a deep sigh as she sank into her couch.
Lately, she had been worried about his attitude. He seemed to be drifting away from her, and if she were honest, it had started when he married Camila.
Camila came from a wealthy family in Connecticut, whereas Amelia had raised Marcos as a single mother with the help of his grandmother. They never had much, except for an abundance of love.
Now, her son had everything. Camila’s parents had gifted them a huge house after their wedding, and Marcos was living a privileged life.
Since then, Amelia had felt excluded, as if he were ashamed of his origins, though he had never said it outright.
“You’re being silly,” she often told herself. “Marcos is just busy. They have a newborn and a million things to do. He’ll pick me up another time.”
But suddenly, an idea struck her—she could walk to his house. It would be challenging, but she could manage. There were no bus routes to his neighborhood, and she couldn’t afford a taxi. Walking was her only option.
Amelia stood up with her walker, grabbed her purse and a bag she had prepared for the baby, secured them on her walker, and began her journey. She moved slowly, and although the walker provided support, the trek was exhausting.
She had to stop several times along the way. Hours passed—two, then three, then four. Finally, she reached her son’s house, exhausted but proud that she had made it despite her mobility issues.
When she rang the doorbell, she held onto the special bag, eager for Marcos to open it. But when he opened the door, his face didn’t light up with joy.
“Mom?” he said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
Amelia didn’t understand his reaction and nearly frowned, but she focused on her excitement instead.
“Surprise!” she said enthusiastically, though she was tired, hungry, and concerned about his attitude.
Marcos stepped outside, shut the door behind him, and forced her to back up with her walker.
“What are you doing, Marcos?” she asked, confused.
“Mom! I told you that you’d meet the baby another time. You can’t come in right now!” he scolded, his face tense with anger.
“I don’t understand. Why are you upset? I walked almost five hours to see my grandson, and I brought…”
“I don’t care what you brought! I don’t want you here right now. You need to leave immediately! You’ll meet Henry another day, okay? Please, just go now!” he demanded, glancing behind him nervously as if afraid someone would see them.
Then, he stepped back inside and shut the door in his mother’s face. Amelia stood there, stunned, clutching her walker and her belongings.
Tears welled up in her eyes. He hadn’t even asked if she was okay after walking for nearly five hours to visit him. Marcos knew she had mobility issues.
Not wanting to cause more trouble, she turned to leave but then remembered the bag in her hands. She decided to leave it outside his door, hoping he would find it later.
Amelia began the long and exhausting walk home. Fortunately, her neighbor, Mrs. Cáceres, saw her and gave her a ride in her old car.
When she arrived home, her legs gave out the moment she closed the front door. She collapsed onto the couch and noticed how swollen her legs were.
After resting for a while, she managed to get up, apply ice, and take a pain reliever. But in the end, she had to sleep on the couch, as her bedroom seemed too far to reach.
Meanwhile, Marcos bid farewell to his guests. It had been a long day filled with visitors, and he was finally alone. He slumped his shoulders, reflecting on his actions.
“My mother walked all the way here from far away,” he thought with guilt, but then shook his head, convincing himself it wasn’t his fault.
“She shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered.
As he turned around, he noticed the bag on the ground. He picked it up and saw the label: “From Grandma.”
Marcos bit his lip. He opened the bag and saw what was inside—his childhood toys. They had never had much, but these items had always been special to him. They still were. He couldn’t help but start crying.
Camila saw him outside and grew concerned.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“I did something terrible to my mother,” he admitted, and his wife hugged him.
He confessed everything. He admitted that he had distanced himself from his family because he was ashamed of their poverty.
“I can’t believe I was so cruel to her!” he sobbed.
His wife comforted him and encouraged him to apologize immediately.
That same night, Marcos drove to his mother’s house. He still had a key for emergencies, so he used it to enter quietly. But as he stepped inside, he saw his mother passed out on the couch, cold compresses on her swollen legs.
“Mom,” he whispered, gently waking her.
“Marcos, why are you here?” she asked, groggy.
“Don’t move,” he said, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to her bedroom. He replaced the ice packs and made her some food. As they sat together drinking tea, he sincerely apologized.
Fortunately, Amelia had a big heart.
“I had a feeling you were ashamed, but I’m glad you came to apologize. That’s what I taught you. When you do something wrong, you have to make it right,” she reassured him. Marcos cried in her arms.
He stayed with her the entire night, and by morning, her legs had improved. Together, they went to his house so she could finally meet her grandson, Henry.
Camila also apologized for not realizing what Marcos had done. They spent a wonderful day together, and Amelia gave her daughter-in-law plenty of baby advice.
Finally, Marcos asked his mother to move in with them. They had a huge house, and he didn’t want her to be alone so far away.
What Can We Learn from This Story?
🔹 Never be ashamed of your parents. Marcos distanced himself from his mother because he was embarrassed about their past, but he regretted it later.
🔹 Make things right when you realize you’ve made a mistake. Marcos immediately tried to fix his wrongdoing, and thankfully, his mother forgave him.
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