Sixty-five years old. No paycheck. No thank you. No rest. Just a free babysitter for 2 years. My own son watched it happen and said nothing. The day I chose myself – he called it selfish. I called it survival. I chose survival…. They never expected what came next….. – News

I ended up right back where I started.

Waking up at 6:00 in the morning, packing lunches, wiping faces, answering to someone else’s schedule.

Except this time, nobody was paying me.

My name is Karen Terry, and for two years I was my grandchildren’s full-time babysitter.

Not because I volunteered.

Not because I wanted to.

Because my son Leon asked.

And I loved continue reading …