As a child and teenager I had a lovely best friend. Even though she moved to Australia we kept in touch with weekly letters and her visits back.
Then, after one visit, she no longer contacted me in any way. Never responded to me.
Forty years later I found out it was because of my mother telling her the most awful lie about me. It was a shocking thing to say. Had I known earlier I would have finished any relationship with my mother.
I'm far from a teary person but we both filled up when, during a chance meeting, we discovered the truth. I can still see the tears in her eyes and mine for a lost friendship.
That's a cheery Saturday post! :-)