This month has taken an unexpectedly strange turn, with both King Charles and Kate, the Princess of Wales, admitted to the same London hospital. The royal family now faces its most significant health crisis since the infamous spoiled lobster thermidor incident.
But the strangeness doesn’t end there: why haven’t Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis visited their mother?
It’s been 12 days since the princess underwent abdominal surgery at the London Clinic, marking nearly two weeks since her three young children have seen her. Prince William, after announcing he would focus on parenting during this time, has been seen leaving the hospital in his $268,000 electric Audi, and reports confirm he’s been visiting Kate daily.
Yet, the absence of the children raises questions. Similarly, Kate’s parents, Carole and Michael Middleton, and her siblings, Pippa and James Middleton, have not been publicly noted visiting her either. James, who has openly discussed his struggles with depression, has spoken about Kate’s unwavering support during his therapy sessions.
The lack of visits isn’t about avoiding the media. According to royal editor Rebecca English from the Daily Mail, an agreement ensures no photographers, camera crews, or journalists are stationed outside the hospital, offering Kate and her fellow patients complete privacy.
This means Prince William or the Middletons could bring George, Charlotte, and Louis to visit their mother without facing public scrutiny.
One explanation comes from The Sun, which reported that William and Kate want to maintain a sense of normalcy for their children. This reasoning seems reasonable during the school week, but what about weekends?
Instead of visiting Kate, the children reportedly spent their weekend at their grandparents’ $7 million Bucklebury estate, enjoying time with Carole and Michael Middleton. While a loving grandparent’s care is undoubtedly comforting, is it really a substitute for a mother’s hug?
Adelaide Cottage, the family’s home, is only a 45-minute drive from the hospital. Logistically, a visit would not pose significant challenges.
This situation becomes even more puzzling when viewed against the broader image of the Waleses as hands-on, devoted parents. William and Kate are known for prioritizing family time, even structuring their schedules around their children’s school holidays.
A royal aide recently told The Sunday Times that their new motto is “100 per cent family first, day job second.” But does that align with their children not visiting their mother during her recovery?
Yes, hospitals can be intimidating, especially for young children. But seeing their mother in person, offering hugs, and witnessing her recovery firsthand could provide far more reassurance than absence.
The argument that royals rarely visit each other in hospital doesn’t hold much weight here. These conventions are shifting, as shown by King Charles making a direct visit to Kate’s hospital room upon his arrival and Queen Camilla visiting her husband three times within 24 hours.
At a time when stability and togetherness are most needed within the royal family, things feel far from normal. Perhaps it’s time to reconsider these traditions and prioritize connection over protocol. In the meantime, some sage, crystals, and maybe even a royal shaman might not go amiss to dispel whatever strange energy seems to be lingering over Buckingham Palace.
This Kid’s Halloween Surprise for an Elderly Neighbor Will Leave You in Tears
Kevin had already made his Halloween costume with his mom, helped his dad put up decorations around their house, and dreamed about all the candy he would collect. But there was one house on his street that didn’t have any decorations, and it kept bothering him. He couldn’t understand why someone would skip celebrating, so he figured maybe they needed a little help.
Halloween was just around the corner, and the whole neighborhood was filled with excitement. Every yard seemed to be competing to be the scariest one on the block.
Pumpkins with sharp, grinning faces lined the sidewalks, plastic skeletons swung from trees, and fake spider webs covered front porches.
The air smelled like dry leaves and candy, and eleven-year-old Kevin soaked it all in, his heart racing with excitement.
Halloween was Kevin’s favorite day of the year—a day when you could be whoever you wanted. He loved how everything seemed to change for one magical night.
As he walked down the sidewalk, his eyes moved from one house to another, each one decorated with glowing jack-o’-lanterns or spooky ghosts. Kevin couldn’t help but smile.
Some houses even played creepy sound effects like witches cackling or doors creaking.
But as he went farther down the street, something didn’t look right.
One house stood dark and empty, totally different from the others. No pumpkins, cobwebs, or skeletons. Not even a tiny decoration. Kevin frowned when he realized whose house it was—Mrs. Kimbly’s.
He stopped, staring at her bare front porch. Mrs. Kimbly was an older lady who lived alone and kept to herself. Kevin had helped her before, mowing her lawn in the summer and shoveling snow in the winter. She never said much, just paid him and went back inside.
But today, her undecorated house didn’t fit in with the rest of the cheerful neighborhood.
Why hadn’t Mrs. Kimbly decorated for Halloween? Kevin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Halloween was about having fun, and it didn’t seem fair for anyone to miss out, especially someone who lived alone like Mrs. Kimbly.
Kevin’s heart felt heavy. Maybe she just needed help. Maybe she couldn’t decorate by herself.
Determined, Kevin ran across the street to her house. The leaves crunched under his feet as he climbed her porch steps.
He paused for a moment, then knocked. The sound echoed, and Kevin felt nervous. Finally, the door creaked open.
Mrs. Kimbly stood there, frowning, her eyes squinting behind her glasses.
“What do you want, Kevin?” she asked in a low, sharp voice.
Kevin swallowed. “Hi, Mrs. Kimbly. I noticed your house isn’t decorated for Halloween, and I thought maybe you forgot. I could help you put some decorations up if you’d like.”
Mrs. Kimbly squinted even more. “I didn’t forget,” she snapped. “I don’t need decorations, and I don’t need help. Now, go away.” She started to close the door.
“I could do it for free!” Kevin quickly added. “You wouldn’t even have to do anything.”
Mrs. Kimbly scowled. “No!” she shouted and slammed the door.
Kevin couldn’t believe it. How could someone hate Halloween so much?
If her house stayed undecorated, other kids might prank her with toilet paper or worse. Kevin sighed and started walking away, but a plan formed in his mind.
At home, Kevin found his mom in the kitchen, cooking. The smell of soup filled the air, but Kevin could only think about Mrs. Kimbly’s undecorated house.
“Mom, something weird happened,” Kevin said, sitting at the table. His mom turned, wiping her hands on a towel.
“What is it?” she asked.
Kevin told her about Mrs. Kimbly’s house and how she had slammed the door when he offered to help.
But when he said Mrs. Kimbly’s name, his mom’s face softened.
“Maybe it’s best to leave her alone,” his mom said gently. “She might be going through something we don’t understand.”
Kevin frowned. “But, Mom, she’s not mad, she’s just sad. Halloween should be fun. She shouldn’t feel left out.”
His mom smiled but looked concerned. “You have a kind heart, Kevin. Just be careful. Sometimes people aren’t ready for help.”
Those words stuck with Kevin, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Mrs. Kimbly.
With determination, he gathered all the Halloween decorations he could find—lights, spiders, toys, and even his favorite pumpkin—and loaded them into a wagon.
He hurried back to Mrs. Kimbly’s house and began decorating. As he worked, the house slowly transformed, but just as he finished, the door creaked open.
Mrs. Kimbly stormed out, looking furious.
“I told you not to decorate my house!” she shouted.
Kevin froze, his heart racing. “I just wanted to help,” he whispered. “It’s Halloween…”
Before he could finish, Mrs. Kimbly grabbed the pumpkin he had carved and smashed it on the ground.
Kevin watched in shock as his pumpkin shattered into pieces. His heart sank.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, then turned and ran home.
That evening, Kevin put on his vampire costume, but he couldn’t enjoy Halloween.
As he trick-or-treated with friends, his mind kept drifting back to Mrs. Kimbly’s dark house.
He worried the other kids might prank her, so Kevin decided to go back.
When he got to her house, he sat on her porch, handing out his own candy to the kids who came by.
“Mrs. Kimbly’s not home,” he told them, trying to keep her house safe.
After a while, as Kevin sat alone, the door behind him opened. Mrs. Kimbly stepped out, her face no longer angry.
“What are you doing here, Kevin?” she asked quietly.
“I didn’t want anyone to mess with your house,” Kevin said. “I just wanted to help.”
Mrs. Kimbly sighed and sat beside him. She was quiet for a moment, watching the kids on the street.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” she finally said. “I wasn’t mad at you. Halloween just reminds me of how alone I am.”
Kevin felt sad. “You don’t have to be alone,” he said. “You can still join in.”
Mrs. Kimbly smiled softly, her eyes teary. “Thank you for what you did today. And I’m sorry about your pumpkin.”
Kevin smiled. “It’s okay. I’ll bring another one, and we can carve it together.”
For the first time in years, Mrs. Kimbly felt the warmth of Halloween again, thanks to one kind boy.
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