Anne, my only daughter, thinks I should be sent to a nursing home simply because I’m 90. But I’m not ready to leave my home. I told her, “I’ll take care of myself if you don’t want to,” planning to hire a caretaker with my savings. That infuriated her since she intended to profit from my money.
After a month of silence from Anne, I called her, hinting at changes in my finances. She arrived, expecting to take control, but found Mrs. Thompson, my new caretaker and lawyer. “Your mother has decided to manage her assets herself,” Mrs. Thompson told her. Furious, Anne realized her plan had failed.
I firmly told her, “You’ll get nothing until I pass, and even then, it’ll be on my terms.” Weeks later, Anne called, apologizing. We began to rebuild our relationship based on love and respect, not greed. Now, at 90, I live on my own terms, teaching Anne that true love must be earned and cherished.
