True story. I cooked, cleaned & paid bills in my daughter’s house. She said, “If you can’t work, what’s the point of you being here?”

she wouldn’t say anything directly, but there would be a small sound, not quite a sigh, but close to one.

One Saturday, she asked me as I was in the middle of folding laundry if I had gotten to the bathrooms yet.

Not whether I needed help, whether I had gotten to them yet.

I said, “No, I hadn’t yet.”

She said, “Okay, we have people coming Sunday, so if continue reading …