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.

You’re right.”

“Then tell him that.”

He agreed.

Three weeks later, he invited me to tour a modest rental house with them.

I hesitated.

I didn’t want to return to being the person who chose everything.

Then I realized they weren’t asking me to decide.

They were asking me to share an afternoon.