After 40 years at the clinic, I came home with cake to celebrate retirement — only to find my bags on the porch and the locks changed. My daughter-in-law Delia claimed I had “chosen” a senior facility.
With the help of my best friend Bonnie, we discovered Delia’s affair with the gardener and used hidden-camera footage to expose her. My son finally saw the truth, read her cruel note, and told her to leave.
That night, my grandkids came to stay with me and Bonnie. As we baked pie together, I realized something: retirement doesn’t mean the end of life. Delia tried to erase me — but I took my place back.
