My daughter-in-law laughed as she gave me a $2 scratch-off for my 73rd birthday. Ten months later, my own son shoved a senior living brochure in front of me and said, “We already picked your room.” They thought I was too old to fight back. They had no idea what I had been hiding.
“Colin was worried about you.”
“Was he worried about me, or worried that Lucas needed my bedroom?”
Colin rubbed his forehead.
“Mom, it isn’t that simple.”
“No,” I said.
“It isn’t.
That’s why you should have talked to me.”
Jessica tapped the document.
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