An Elderly Woman Paid Me to Attend Her Birthdays for Ten Years – One Day, I Learned Why

My mother had been right. Emma didn’t merely resemble Catherine; she was almost a mirror image.

Just two decades younger.

“If your mother called you Catherine…”

I held up the place card.

“And this showed up today…”

“Then you think she sent it.”

The answer came immediately.

“Because it’s something she used to do.”

“When I was little, she’d continue reading …