I decided I couldn't stand the disrespect when my granddaughter Ashley kicked me out after I got married at eighty. Together with my new husband, Harold, we hatched a bold scheme to impart to her a lesson she would never forget, which would cause a clash that would permanently affect our family. I never imagined I would be recounting this, yet here we are.
We call Margaret my name. I raised Ashley after her parents passed away and lived with her. She booted me out but when I informed her I was marrying Harold, "You're too old for a wedding dress." I felt so deceived after everything I had done for her. Harold welcomed me inside his house, and we were married in a little ceremony. We agreed to teach Ashley respect.
Harold knew she enjoyed photography, so he offered her a ticket to a nearby photography event where he would showcase his award-winning work under anonymity. Harold showed our wedding pictures at the occasion and said, "I found love at 79, proving age is just a number." Speaking to the crowd, "I sold my home to pay for Ashley's schooling when her parents passed away. I brought her up as my own.
She lately forgot, nevertheless, that love and respect. Tears running, Ashley came over to apologize. Ever be able to forgive me? Promising never to take me for granted ever again, she welcomed us to a family dinner and we embraced. I had fresh optimism for a new start and felt like I belonged as we departed that evening.