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
down permanently. No warning, just a letter in the mail.
One Friday, Leon called me that same evening. He said, “Mom, I don’t know what we’re going to do. We can’t afford another daycare right now. The wait lists are months long. You’re retired. You’re right here. Could you just help us out for a few weeks while we figure something out?”
