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.
“If you can qualify and offer a fair price, you can make a proposal like anyone else.”
He stared.
“You’re my mother.”
“I am.
Does that mean I must make a multimillion-dollar decision you haven’t shown me you can support?”
He looked offended at first, then deflated.
I took out a small envelope.
Inside was a list of names of accredited nonprofit credit counselors, along with the number of an independent financial planner who could help him prepare a realistic budget.
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