Family is something we can’t really control, whether it’s good luck or bad luck. Living with family means experiencing happy times and facing unexpected problems. It’s a journey with many surprises and challenges.
The Story:
After Mom died, her mother, who lived with us, thought Dad would sell the house, move to a smaller place, and put her in a shelter. One day, while Dad was at work, she took Mom’s ashes and spread them around the garden. When Dad came home and couldn’t find the ashes, she smiled and said, “Now you can’t leave, and you can’t make me leave.”
I can’t explain how different Dad was after we moved out and got rid of that awful woman.
