It wasn’t just food—it was my way of showing care, of honoring my friend and her upcoming journey into motherhood. I spent hours imagining the joy of being there, laughing, chatting, and celebrating together.
By the end of the day, my refrigerator was packed, my feet were sore, and I felt a sense of satisfaction.
The Message That Shattered My Excitement
Late that evening, just as I was winding down, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my friend.
She wrote:
“I’m so sorry, but I’ll have to uninvite you. The venue doesn’t have enough space. I still hope you can drop off the food tomorrow though.”
I read the words over and over again. My heart sank.
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