I Flew Across the Country to See My Son – He Looked at His Watch and Said, ‘You Are 15 Minutes Early, Just Wait Outside!’

The Uber driver said, “Big family visit?”

I smiled and said, “I hope so.”

Nick had told me to come at four. I got there at 3:45 because the Uber was fast. I stood on the porch smoothing my dress and checking my lipstick in my phone screen.

He did not smile.

Then Nick opened the door.

He did not hug me.

He looked past me toward the street first.

“Mom,” he said. “We said four. It’s only 3:45.”

I laughed because I thought he had to be kidding.

“I know, honey. The Uber was fast. I couldn’t wait to see everybody.”

I could hear music.

He did not smile.

“Linda’s still setting up,” he said. “The house isn’t ready. Can you wait outside? Just fifteen minutes.”

I blinked. “Outside?”

“It’s just 15 minutes.”

I could hear music. Kids running. Somebody laughing.

I said, “Nick, I came from the airport.”

“I know. We just want it to be ready.”

So I waited.

Then he gave me that quick look busy people give when they want you to cooperate without making them explain themselves.

“Please, Mom. Fifteen minutes.”

And then he closed the door.

I stood there staring at it.

So I waited.

Five minutes.

I was not early.

Then ten.

Then fifteen.

Nobody came out.

I sat on my suitcase because my legs were aching. I could hear little feet running inside. Laughter. Music louder now.

I looked at the door and realized something awful.

I was not early.