My only son informed me that I was too unattractive to be seen at his wedding. His fiancée stated if I came there, they’d put me in a care home before the wedding. What they didn’t realize was that while I was dying, I was simultaneously keeping a secret worth millions of dollars. And on the day they attempted to delete me, I let them grin for the camera one more time before I rewrote everything. Now, let me tell you what happened that day.

I wore my lavender shirt, which had the small pearl buttons he liked to play with as a baby. I even wore the same pearl earrings that he gave me for Mother’s Day when he was twelve. Before he came, I peered in the mirror, hoping to see what he saw. All I saw was a tired, elderly woman with a scarf trying not to resemble a ghost of herself. I grinned anyhow. I hoped that this would be one of those days we could joke about later. Maybe I’d say something embarrassing, and he’d roll his eyes while Kendra smiled sweetly. Perhaps they’d let me assist fold tablecloths or sample the cake icing. I was still his mommy. I assumed that meant anything.

He entered without knocking, exuding confidence and cologne. Tobias didn’t even look at the cookies I’d laid out or the tea I made from the loose leaves he used to beg for as a child. He merely perched on the edge of my couch as if he had someplace else to be. I was already standing when he said that, but I felt as if I had been knocked off my feet.

“I think it’s best if you don’t attend the wedding,” he stated it as if it were a favor I’d want to thank him for, sparing me the bother. My fingers lingered on a teacup that I hadn’t touched. I asked him what he meant, even though a part of me already understood.

“It’s just that it’s a highly curated affair,” he said, straightening his collar. “Very modern, a clean aesthetic, minimalist. Kendra and I agreed that the guest list should reflect that.”

I chuckled a bit, puzzled. “You don’t want your mother in your wedding pictures?”

He shifted in his seat. “It is not about photographs. It’s all about presentation. You have been unwell. The scarf, the pallor, the coughing… it might be uncomfortable for some of the guests.”

My heart felt like it cracked just slightly. “So I’d be a distraction?”

“Mom,” he said, and I hated the way it sounded like a formality. “You know we love you. It’s just Kendra wants a certain look, a certain experience, and—” He didn’t get to finish. She walked in without knocking, too. Kendra. Tall, thin, face like a magazine ad. She didn’t look at me. She looked around my living room like she smelled something off. “So this is the place,” she said. “Cozy. Very vintage.”

“Kendra, this is my mother,” Tobias said.

She nodded without making eye contact. “Nice to meet you.”