I have to go. See you later!” he hung up, and Amelia plopped down on her couch with a huge sigh.
She was worried about Mark’s attitude lately.
It seemed like he had been pulling away from her. If she was being honest, it started happening when he married Camilla.
Camilla came from an extremely wealthy family in Connecticut, while Amelia raised Mark as a single mother with the help of his grandmother.
They never had much except tons of love.
But now, her son had everything. Camilla’s parents gifted them a huge house after they eloped, and he was living the high life.
Ever since then, Amelia felt left out, as if he was ashamed of his background, although he never said it outright.
“You’re being silly,” she told herself often when she thought about this matter. “Mark is just busy.
Now they have a baby and a million things to do.
He’ll pick you up some other time.”
But she had a sudden idea. She could walk to his house.
It might be challenging, but she could do it. The bus routes didn’t reach his home, and she couldn’t afford it, so walking was her only option.
Amelia heaved herself up with her walker and grabbed her purse and a bag she had prepared for that day.
She hung them on the walker securely and started her journey.
It was slow, and although she could lean on the walker, it was tough on her.
She had to stop several times along the way, and before she knew it, two hours had passed. Three. Four.
Finally, she reached his house, heaving heavily but happy that she had done it even with her walking issues.
After ringing the doorbell, she took the special bag as she wanted Mark to open it right away.
