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.

“Both can be true without anyone being a villain,” I said.

“Your parents are deciding what works best for their budget.

I am offering a new lease at a market rate when the current one ends.

They can choose.”

Lucas considered this.

“It’s like when Coach says I can’t make the team by asking for special treatment.”

“Something like that.”

He frowned.