Here’s when Kate Middleton is going to appear

The question of what is going on behind closed doors at Windsor is one of the most asked questions during the last couple of months, or better said since Kate Middleton‘s last public appearance.

The Princess of Wales had undergone a “planned” abdominal surgery in mid-January and ever since, her exact health state or whereabouts haven’t been discussed by the Palace except for the statement which came as a for of reassurance that she was “doing well,” and that they won’t be sharing any details except when they feel something truly significant takes place.

The people of Britain, as well as those from around the world who closely follow the situation involving Kate and the rumors surrounding her state, were given a glimpse of hope when the Minister of Defense confirmed that she would be attending the Trooping the Colour dress rehearsal ceremony on June 8, ahead of the main event on June 15.

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However, it later turned out that it was a mistake and that Kate’s potential return to royal duty event has been deleted from an Army website. As per GB News, Kensington Palace was “not consulted” regarding the Princess of Wales’ appearance.

“It seems the MoD jumped the gun with this announcement and that Kensington Palace was not consulted…we will have to wait to see if the PoW will be well enough to attend,” Telegraph royal reporter Victoria Ward posted on X.

What’s most, the event’s overview mentioned Kate’s presence multiple times.

“Trooping the Colour reviewed by Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales is identical to Trooping the Colour reviewed by His Majesty The King,” “Trooping the Colour reviewed by Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales also includes 250 soldiers from the Foot Guards,” and “The soldiers will be inspected by Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, Colonel Irish Guards.”

The site removed every information related to Kate and the event as well as her photo on the site’s landing page.

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Kate hasn’t been seen in public for a long period of time, which is very unusual for a royal of her rank.

The public could last see her on a photo taken by TMZ, which some claimed was staged.

She also posted a photo herself on Mother’s Day on which she could be seen together with her children, but it was later determined the photo had been edited at parts which led to the news agencies to issue “kill notices,” which are advisory notices to remove or not use a specific photo.

“It appears that the source has manipulated the image,” the Associated Press notification read.

They also released a statement, saying, “The Associated Press initially published the photo, which was issued by Kensington Palace. The AP later retracted the image because at closer inspection, it appears that the source had manipulated the image in a way that did not meet AP’s photo standards. The photo shows an inconsistency in the alignment of Princess Charlotte’s left hand.

ST DAVIDS, WALES – SEPTEMBER 08: Catherine, Princess of Wales and Prince William, Prince of Wales visit St Davids Cathedral for a service to commemorate the first anniversary of the death of Queen Elizabeth II, on September 08, 2023 in St Davids, United Kingdom. Queen Elizabeth II passed away at Balmoral Castle, her private Scottish residence, on September 8th 2022. This brought to an end her 70-year reign, the longest of a British monarch. Her funeral was held at Westminster Abbey on 19 September and she is buried in St George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle. (Photo by Karwai Tang/WireImage)

Although the Palace didn’t comment on the edited photo, Kate herself decided to explain why the image had “flaws.”

On her and William’s official account, she wrote, “Like many amateur photographers, I do occasionally experiment with editing. I wanted to express my apologies for any confusion the family photograph we shared yesterday caused. I hope everyone celebrating had a very happy Mother’s Day. C.”

Kensington Palace has later confirmed it “would not be reissuing the original unedited photograph of Kate and her children.”

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My Family Dumped Grandma at the Airport and Left for Vacation Without Her—They Didn’t Expect Me to Strike Back

Some people show their true colors when you least expect it. For me, it came through a tearful call from my grandma, who was dumped at the airport because my family thought pushing her wheelchair was too much trouble. They went on vacation without her, thinking they’d never face consequences.

After losing both my parents, my family circle had shrunk to just my dad’s sister, Aunt Liz, her husband Ron, and my two grandmothers—including Grandma Ruth, my last connection to Mom’s side. She may use a wheelchair, but she doesn’t let anyone tell her what she can or can’t do… and that’s exactly what I adore about her.

An older woman sitting in her wheelchair | Source: Pexels

An older woman sitting in her wheelchair | Source: Pexels

Living three states away with my husband and two kids, plus working two jobs, made regular visits difficult. So when a bonus check landed in my account, I thought, “Why not give them a memory?”

I booked my remaining family a fully paid vacation to Paradise Cove. Flights, hotel, meals—all prepaid under my name.

“Amy, you shouldn’t have!” Aunt Liz gushed over the phone. “This is too much!”

“Family comes first, right, Aunt Liz?” I said, and back then, I meant every word.

A delighted senior woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

A delighted senior woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

The morning they left, Aunt Liz posted a photo from the airport gate. All smiles with the caption: “Family is everything! ❤️🌴 #Blessed”

I was in my office when my phone rang three hours later.

“Hello?”

“Amy…?” Grandma’s voice trembled, barely audible over the airport announcements.

“Grandma Ruth? What’s wrong?”

“I’m still at the airport, honey. They… they left me.”

“Left you? What do you mean?”

A young woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

A young woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“Liz said pushing my wheelchair was too much trouble. That I was moving too slowly and they’d miss their flight. They just… walked away.”

My stomach dropped like a stone.

“Where are you exactly?”

“Terminal B. By the coffee shop. I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t move. I’m going to fix this.”

An airport terminal | Source: Unsplash

An airport terminal | Source: Unsplash

I hung up and immediately texted Aunt Liz: “Why did you leave Grandma Ruth at the airport? She’s alone and crying.”

The reply came fast: “We’re on vacation! We’re not babysitters. Maybe if she wasn’t so slow and helpless, she could have kept up. Don’t ruin this for us.”

I stared at those words, something inside me hardening with each second.

“Karen!” I called my assistant. “I need your help.”

A woman talking on the phone in her office | Source: Pexels

A woman talking on the phone in her office | Source: Pexels

While Karen flew back to my hometown to pick up Grandma Ruth, I sat down at my laptop. Every booking—the flights, the hotel, and even the rental car—was under my name. I had full control.

I called the hotel first.

“Paradise Cove Resort, how can I help you?”

“Hi, this is Amy. I need to cancel a reservation.”

After processing the cancellation, I added: “Do you have any availability for a spa package next weekend? Something really nice… and oceanfront.”

“We have our Serenity Suite available with daily massages and premium dining.”

“Perfect. I’d like to book that for two people.”

A woman enjoying a relaxing massage in a spa | Source: Pexels

A woman enjoying a relaxing massage in a spa | Source: Pexels

Next, I canceled my family’s return tickets. No drama, just a few clicks, and their way home vanished.

My phone buzzed a few hours later. It was Karen.

“I’ve got her. We’re grabbing some food before our flight,” she said.

“Put her on a video call, please.”

“Amy?” Grandma Ruth’s voice was steadier now. “Did I do something wrong?”

My heart sank. “No, Grandma. You didn’t do anything wrong. THEY DID.”

A teary-eyed older woman | Source: Freepik

A teary-eyed older woman | Source: Freepik

“But why would they just leave me like this?”

“Some people only care about themselves. But I care about you. Karen’s bringing you to my house, and then you and I are going on our own special trip next weekend.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Ocean views, room service, everything.”

She paused. “What about Liz and Ron?”

“Don’t worry about them. They wanted a vacation. They got one.”

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Cropped shot of a woman holding her phone | Source: Pexels

I ignored the flood of calls and texts that started coming in hours later. I imagined them arriving at Paradise Cove, only to learn there was no reservation under their names.

“Amy, there’s a problem with the hotel. Call me back immediately,” Aunt Liz texted, her words tight with irritation.

Twenty minutes later: “This isn’t funny. We’re sitting in the lobby with all our luggage. Fix this now.”

By the third text, panic had crept in: “Please call us back. The whole island is booked solid. We don’t know what to do.”

Suitcases in a hotel lobby | Source: Pexels

Suitcases in a hotel lobby | Source: Pexels

I deleted each message as it came in, and Tom brought me a glass of wine while I waited for Karen’s flight to land.

“Still not answering?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“Good.”

“I also canceled their return flights.”

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A flight taking off | Source: Unsplash

Tom nearly choked on his wine. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

“They abandoned her like she was inconvenient luggage.”

“You did the right thing. When do you plan to talk to them?”

“When Grandma Ruth is safe in our guest room. Not a minute before.”

***

My grandmother arrived just after midnight, exhausted but smiling weakly.

“There’s my girl!” she said, opening her arms to me.

A delighted older lady | Source: Freepik

A delighted older lady | Source: Freepik

I hugged her gently, breathing in the familiar scent of lavender and rosemary oil. “I’m so sorry this happened,” I whispered.

“Not your fault. You’re a good granddaughter.”

Once she was settled with tea, I checked my phone. Seventeen missed calls, 23 texts, and five voicemails.

The final text: “HAD TO PAY $460 FOR A FILTHY MOTEL. WHAT DID YOU DO???”

I turned to Tom. “I think it’s time.”

A smiling woman looking at her phone | Source: Pexels

A smiling woman looking at her phone | Source: Pexels

Alone in our kitchen, I dialed Aunt Liz’s number.

“Amy! What’s going on? We’re stranded, the hotel has no—”

“How’s your vacation going, Aunt Liz?”

“What did you do?”

“I canceled everything. Hotel, return flights, all of it.”

“What?? You… you can’t do that!”

“Actually, I can! It was all booked under my name.”

A stunning resort | Source: Unsplash

A stunning resort | Source: Unsplash

“Why would you do this to us?”

I laughed. “That’s rich coming from the woman who abandoned a 78-year-old at the airport.”

“We didn’t abandon her. We just—”

“Left her alone, in a wheelchair, with no help. Then lied about coming back.”

“She was slowing us down! We would have missed our flight!”

“So you miss the flight,” I snapped. “All of you. That’s what family does.”

Cropped shot of an older woman sitting while holding her cane | Source: Pixabay

Cropped shot of an older woman sitting while holding her cane | Source: Pixabay

“Don’t lecture me about family. You’re never even around.”

“I work two jobs to support my children. And still found the time and money to send you on vacation.”

“Where is she?”

“Safe… with people who actually care about her.”

“You need to fix this. Book us new flights home, at least.”

I took a deep breath. “No.”

“No? What do you mean, no?”

“Figure it out yourselves. Consider it a life lesson in consequences.”

A smiling woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

A smiling woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“You snake!” she spat. “Your mother would be ashamed of you.”

“My mother would be horrified by what you did. Don’t speak for her.”

“We’re family, Amy. You can’t just—”

“Family doesn’t leave family behind. You made your choice at that airport gate. I’m making mine now.”

I hung up and blocked her number.

Close-up shot of a woman holding her phone | Source: Pexels

Close-up shot of a woman holding her phone | Source: Pexels

The spa weekend with Grandma Ruth was everything I’d hoped. We got massages as waves crashed outside, ate seafood overlooking the ocean, and talked for hours about Mom, life, and everything.

On our last evening, we sat on the balcony with glasses of champagne, and Grandma took my hand.

“This isn’t the first time Liz and Ron have treated me… differently. Since your mom passed, they’ve canceled plans and forgotten to include me. I didn’t want to burden you.”

My heart ached. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She patted my hand. “You have your own family and troubles, dear. I didn’t want to be a burden.”

A young woman holding an older person's hand | Source: Pexels

A young woman holding an older person’s hand | Source: Pexels

“You could never be a burden, Grandma.”

She smiled, her eyes crinkling. “I know that now.”

Before bed, I posted a photo of us. Grandma Ruth in a fluffy spa robe and me with my arm around her, tropical flowers in our hair.

The caption? “Family is everything. 🥰

***

My cousin Jen called the next day.

“Mom and Dad are losing their minds. They spent three nights in some roach motel. Dad got food poisoning.”

“Tragic!”

A motel | Source: Unsplash

A motel | Source: Unsplash

Jen snorted. “Between us? They deserved it. I can’t believe they left Grandma Ruth.”

“You didn’t know?”

“No! Mom tried to spin some story about Grandma choosing to stay behind, but Dad cracked under questioning. Your revenge was pure art, by the way. Evil genius level.”

I laughed. “Is that a compliment?”

“Absolutely. Is Grandma okay?”

“She’s great. We just got back from Paradise Cove. Spa treatments, room service, the works.”

“Oh my God! You didn’t…!?”

“I did! With plenty of pictures for your parents to enjoy.”

A woman relaxing in a spa | Source: Unsplash

A woman relaxing in a spa | Source: Unsplash

It’s been two months since the airport incident. Aunt Liz and Uncle Ron still aren’t speaking to me… a bonus I didn’t even ask for.

Grandma Ruth moved in with us last week. We converted the office into a sunny bedroom overlooking the garden. The kids adore having her. She’s teaching my daughter to knit and my son how to make her famous apple pie.

Last night, as we sat watching fireflies blink in the gathering darkness, she turned to me.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“For what?”

“For showing me that I matter.”

An emotional older woman | Source: Freepik

An emotional older woman | Source: Freepik

I rested my head on her shoulder, just like I used to do as a little girl. “You’ve always mattered, Grandma.”

“Maybe so. But sometimes we need reminding.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a while.

“You know what I’ve learned?” I said finally.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

An emotional older woman looking at someone | Source: Freepik

An emotional older woman looking at someone | Source: Freepik

“People show their true character not through grand gestures, but through small, everyday choices. Who they help when it’s inconvenient. Who they protect when it costs them something.”

Grandma nodded. “And who they leave behind when no one’s watching.”

“Exactly.”

She squeezed my hand. “Well, I’m watching now. And I see you, Amy.”

Some people say revenge doesn’t solve anything. Maybe they’re right. But sometimes justice tastes like room service pancakes shared with a grandmother who finally knows how cherished she truly is. And that feels like healing enough for me.

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Close-up shot of a young woman holding an older lady’s hands | Source: Freepik

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