She’d smile.
“I want it to be special. Something they can use for family dinners.”
She imagined grandchildren gathering around the table someday.
Birthdays.
Thanksgiving meals.
Christmas celebrations.
To her, the gift wasn’t simply a piece of fabric.
It represented a future she hoped we’d share.
When the housewarming evening arrived, twenty guests gathered around Daniel and Vanessa’s enormous dining table.
Their new home was impressive.
Marble floors.
Crystal lighting.
Imported furniture.
Everything looked as though it belonged in a luxury design magazine.
Vanessa wore an expensive red dress and a sparkling diamond necklace.
Daniel greeted us with a quick hug.
“Glad you could make it,” he said.
Eleanor smiled warmly.
“We wouldn’t have missed it.”
After everyone settled in, she carefully lifted a wrapped package from her handbag.
“Vanessa, sweetheart, I made something for your new dining room.”
Vanessa opened the gift.
Inside lay the ivory tablecloth.
