After a family dinner, while I was cleaning up in the kitchen, my daughter-in-law leaned close and whispered, “You old witch, I only tolerate you because of my husband.” I laughed it off and replied, “Don’t worry, you won’t be seeing me anymore.” The very next day, I had the locks on the house changed and… – Reading Times

I did not blame him. Back in my room, I pulled an old photo album from my nightstand.

I looked at the photos of our wedding with George and Phillip’s birth. I saw his first steps, his school days, and his graduation.

There was a photo of him introducing us to Melinda when they were young and happy. Then there were Skyler’s baby photos and Jace’s.

The last pictures with George showed him gray haired but still vibrant. Who could have known a heart attack would take him so suddenly?

After his death, I held on. I worked in the emergency service for two more years before retiring.

A few months later, Phillip lost his job as an engineer. He called me right away.

He asked if they could stay with me for a year at most while they got back on their feet. Of course I agreed because I could not refuse my only son.