I held my ground. I told her that I would spend my own money, and neither my son nor daughter would get a penny from me.
I also expressed my strong opposition to her talk of investing. I told her I was just grateful to hold onto my principal and had no interest in chasing dreams of making more.
Not giving up, she started telling me stories of elderly people living alone who got scammed out of their savings by health supplement salespeople or tricked by phone scammers.
But I remained resolute.
Seeing I would not budge, Gracie seemed a bit saddened.
She sighed and said, "I know. You just want to leave all your money for your precious grandson, right? I get it. I'm just the daughter who married out."
I swore to her that this was not the case.
She gave me a small, bitter smile, looking helpless.
After a few moments of silence, she brought up the issue of the demolition property again. I made it clear to her, as I had with her brother, that the property would be split evenly between my two children.
She pouted, looking like she did not believe me.