My Ungrateful Daughter Lost Her Home

Summary

It was New Year’s Eve. We’d just finished dinner, and I was reaching for the envelopes to hand out cash gifts to the grandkids.

My daughter, Charlotte—Caroline—spoke first.

“Mom, we’re not going to be home for the New Year this year.”

Then she added, “And you should pack up and go back to your own place, too.”

I stared at her, dumbfounded. “Tonight? You want me to leave now, this late?”

She replied calmly, “I’m doing this for your own good.”

“With you alone in my house, if anything goes missing, you’d have no way to explain yourself.”

I didn’t argue. I gathered my things and went home.