I stood motionless in the middle of the living room and watched the waves roll in while the quietness of the house felt heavy around me. While any other mother might have screamed or begged for mercy, I found myself bursting into a fit of laughter.
I laughed so hard that I had to sit down on the sofa to avoid falling over because my brilliant lawyer son had just made the biggest mistake of his life. To help you understand why I laughed at his misfortune, I need to explain a little bit about my past and how we built our lives.
My name is Josephine Miller and I am sixty four years old with every dollar I own being the result of years of exhaustion and personal sacrifice. My late husband George and I started with a small bakery in a quiet town in Ohio where we worked seven days a week without any rest.
That bakery eventually grew into a successful chain of markets and when George passed away twelve years ago, I sold the business to invest in real estate and stocks. I wanted to travel and rest while securing a stable future for my only son whose name is Bradley.