My Son Said I Could Sleep in the Garage “Just for a While”. After Two Freezing Nights, I Walked Back Inside With an Envelope in My Hand.

The third night, I heard them talking through the wall. Not shouting. Just casual conversation.

“How long is your mom staying?”

“I don’t know. Until she’s better, I guess.”

“She seems fine to me. And we need to finish the nursery.”

“I know. I’ll talk to her. Maybe she can find her own place. Assisted living or something.”“That would be better. The garage isn’t a long-term solution.”