“Hi, Mom.” Ginny and the kids came pouring through the front door. Excited to see their Grandma, the young boy and girl rushed over and wrapped their arms around her. Ginny moved into the kitchen where she placed two shopping bags on the counter.
“I picked up some dinner from Hunan Manor” said Ginny. “Kung Pao Chicken and Moo Shu Pork. It should still be hot” She went to the cabinet above the sink and pulled down two wine glasses.
“Now, Ginny” her mother said. ” I’ve told you not to keep bringing dinner. I like to cook.” The children had already run over to the television and turned it on.
“C’mon, Mom. You shouldn’t be cooking for us anymore. Let us take care of you now.” Ginny rummaged through a drawer looking for a corkscrew.
“It’s in the drawer on the left” her mother said, just a little testily. “How about Frank? Will he be coming?” Frank was Ginny’s younger brother.
“Mom, I’ve told you. Frank is not welcome. After the way he treated you? As far as I’m concerned, he’s just not part of the family”. With a small pop, Ginny pulled the cork from the bottle. “Here, have a glass of wine. It’s one of your favorites.”
“Ginny, I don’t want any wine. I don’t want any of your Chinese food either.”
“What’s wrong, Mom? Are you sick?”
“Well, yes, I guess I am. Sick of this bad blood between you and your brother. It has to end!”
“End?!” said Ginny. “Mom, it will end when he admits he was wrong and asks you to forgive him. Then and only then, will it end.”
“But, Ginny, honey; I already have forgiven him. Long ago. Why can’t you?”
“Because it’s just not right! For what he did, the way he acts…well, he has to pay, that’s all! Now let’s stop arguing and let’s eat.”
Her mother sighed. ” Darling, I know you say you love me. You visit me and bring me food and gifts, you provide me with the joy of my grandchildren. And I love you very much. But if you can’t love Frank -my child and your brother – then you don’t fully love me. Nothing you can buy for me or do for me can ease that pain. And until you have forgiven him, I cannot share my table with you.”
“Mother, what are you saying?” Ginny stared at her mother in disbelief.
Her mother’s voice trembled and her eyes glistened. “Ginny, I am asking you to take your food, leave my house and please don’t come back here again – not without your brother.“