My son hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright.”
The next day, my son said hesitantly to me, "Mom, I lost my key. Do you still have the spare?”
Without hesitation, I gave him my key.
Then, I immediately called the real estate agent. “The house is no longer for sale,” I said. “I’m keeping it for myself.”
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After I finished the call, my son, Frank Wright, was in a daze.
He stammered, “Mom, what … what’s going on? Why aren’t you selling the house anymore?”
I replied calmly, “Oh, nothing really. I just want to live in my own home, so I can turn on the air conditioner whenever I please, without having to care about others ' opinions."
Frank lowered his head in embarrassment, his face flushed red, then pale.
Just then, my daughter-in-law, Ivy Leigh, suddenly pushed open the door. Crossing her arms, she snorted. "Mom, who are you talking about?”
My expression remained blank. “Who do you think I'm talking about?”
She sneered. “Mom, as our elder, Frank and I have always respected you. But that doesn’t mean you can act all high and mighty just because of your age.”
My temper flared instantly.