I smiled when my son told me I wasn’t welcome for Christmas, got in my car, and drove home. Two days later, my phone showed eighteen missed calls. That’s when I knew something had gone terribly wrong.

When my son told me I wasn’t welcome in his home for Christmas, I didn’t argue. I didn’t raise my voice. I smiled, got into my truck, and made a single phone call.
By the time the new year arrived, their mortgage payments no longer existed.

And that was only the first move.
Some wrongs demand balance.
Some arrogance needs correction.

And what I did next… no one saw coming.

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