I skipped my mom’s 60th for a career-saving client dinner. She didn’t complain. Then the dinner got cancelled, and I didn’t bother calling her (I just figured I’d visit that weekend). But when I got to her house, the door was locked, and everything was gone. I nearly fainted when the neighbor told me she had moved out two days after her birthday. Just packed up and left. No goodbye, no forwarding address, nothing. Mrs. Nolan from next door said she saw a moving truck early that morning, and a man helping her carry boxes. Not someone she recognized….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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