Mom's Bike

My Mom never had her own bicycle.

A little time after my Grandma and Grandpa Enders divorced my Mom, Aunt Ginger, and uncle Bob were asked to go to Grandpa’s home for Christmas with his new wife.

Grandpa promised each of the children a new bike.

They were still reluctant to go because his new wife favored her own three children over them.

So when they arrived they didn’t really trust the situation until they saw the three new bikes next to the Christmas tree, the bikes that had been promised them.

 So it was an unusual happy moment for them to see that their dad still cared for them.

That is until his new wife handed them each a coloring book and a pack of crayons for their Christmas presents.

She “convinced” their father that the bikes should go to her kids and that their new dad (Grandpa Westbrook) could buy them their own bikes.

So my Mom never had her own bike.

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