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.
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Enough to make sure I’m comfortable if I make wise decisions.”
“Are you going to buy us things?”
I handed him a dish towel.
“Today I’m buying you the privilege of helping me clean up.”
He laughed, and for an hour we were simply a grandmother and her grandchildren in a kitchen that smelled of vanilla.
PART 11