At first, things went smoothly.
I helped with cooking, assisted the children with their homework, did laundry, and kept the house tidy while Mark and Laura worked long hours. I enjoyed caring for my grandchildren—comforting them during thunderstorms, reading them stories, and sharing simple moments that made the house feel lively again.
Laura rarely thanked me, but I didn’t mind. I understood she had a demanding job and many responsibilities.
Slowly, however, her tone began to change.
“Helen, please don’t give the kids sweets before bedtime.”