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.
I trust you work hard.
I no longer trust you to decide what’s best for me without asking.”
He finally opened the envelope.
We sat quietly for a few minutes.
Before he left, he said, “I really thought Oakridge was nice.”
“It may be.
That’s not the point.
You can recommend a place to me, Colin.