“Then I suggest you start looking for a job that pays better,” she interrupted. “Because the allowance I’ve been giving you for the last decade is officially terminated. The trust fund for Leo’s education? I’ve redirected it to a local water safety and swimming charity.”
Sarah burst into the room, hair disheveled. “Where are we supposed to go? We have nothing!”
The grandmother stood up. For the first time in years, she didn’t look old. She looked powerful. “You have exactly what you gave me at the lake: yourselves. Good luck staying afloat.”
A month later, the grandmother sat on a bench by the same lake. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She was wearing a swimsuit and a life jacket, a professional instructor standing by her side.
She watched the ripples on the water. Her son and his family were living in a cramped two-bedroom rental on the outskirts of town. Leo was performing 200 hours of community service and was on strict probation. Without her money, their “friends” had vanished.
