Every weekend, they went out for lavish dinners. But Frank had never invited me. Not only that, he said my diet was too bland and eating oily food would be bad for my health.
However, weren't Frank's computer games, Ivy's cosmetics and Tom Wright, my grandson's tutoring classes, all paid by me?
And now, just because I turned on the air conditioner for a few hours, I had turned into the family’s biggest burden.
The more I thought about it, the more wronged and heartbroken I felt. Unable to hold back, I buried my face in my hands and started to sob.
Then I felt a pair of small, warm arms wrap around me.
I heard my grandson Tom's voice. “Grandma, Grandma, don't go. I don't want you to leave.”
When I looked up, I saw Tom cling to me. He sobbed so hard that he could barely catch his breath.
Meanwhile, Frank and Ivy stood awkwardly on the side.
With tears streaming down his face, Tom asked, “Did Mom and Dad bully Grandma? Don't be angry, Grandma. I'll teach them a lesson.”
He actually stood up and kicked Frank.
Frank and Ivy knelt before me, looking ashamed. “Mom, we were wrong,” they pleaded. “Please don’t be angry.”