“And you decided your ten-day vacation was more important than our family’s future.”
I wanted to apologize, but Daniel continued.
“Mom, Dad, we’ve already made our decision. You need to move out.”
George turned pale.
“You’re throwing your own mother and father out of the house?”
“This is Sarah’s and my home, Dad. We welcomed you here because we loved you. But you betrayed our trust.”
I burst into tears.
“Daniel, where are we supposed to go?”
“I’ve found a small apartment. The first month’s rent is already paid. After that, you’ll need to live on your pensions.”
Sarah added quietly.
“We’re not leaving you homeless. But we can’t trust you with our home or our money anymore.”
George sank into a chair. For the first time, he had nothing to say.
The following morning, as we packed our belongings, our nine-year-old granddaughter, Lily, approached me holding our vacation photograph.
