My daughter WALKED OUT right after the triplets were born p4

Lisa was back?

And she had contacted the girls without ever reaching out to me?

After the shock wore off, I invited her to our traditional Sunday dinner.

Part of me hoped time had changed her. Maybe she regretted her choices. Maybe she genuinely wanted to be a mother at last.

She arrived two hours late.

The moment she sat down, she said,

"I'd like to rebuild my relationship with the girls."

For a brief moment, I felt hopeful.

Then she continued.

"People keep asking why my daughters aren't part of my life. It's starting to look bad."

I stopped eating.

The fork in my hand never made it to my mouth.

I stared at her.

"So this has nothing to do with them? You're worried about how it reflects on you?"

Lisa simply shrugged.

"The girls understand. They don't have a problem with it."

Before I could respond, all three of my granddaughters pushed back their chairs and stood up.

Rose calmly picked up her glass.

"We don't mind, Mom," she said in a gentle voice. "But there are a few things we'd like to say."

For several seconds, I sat there completely confused, convinced I must have misunderstood what was happening.

But instead of giving the speech I expected, the girls did the one thing neither my daughter nor I SAW COMING.

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