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 also know difficulty doesn’t make another adult your servant.”

Her face flushed.

“I never called you a servant.”

“You didn’t have to.”

She stood, then sat again.

“We thought you had a pension and a little savings.

We didn’t think you could afford your own place.”

“That is exactly why your treatment of me matters.”