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.
That Saturday I took the children to a park near the lake.
We watched kayaks on the water, ate sandwiches, and played a card game under a pavilion.
Lucas asked why adults got so upset about houses.
“Because a house can hold our memories,” I told him.
“Sometimes we confuse the place with the people.”
“Are you going to keep our old house?”
“For now.
It’s an investment.
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