I sipped my tea.
Kelly froze. “You planned this.”
Jack looked between us. “What do we do now?”
Kelly looked like she was about to throw a candle.
“We leave Jason with her, I guess.”
I opened my arms. “Jason! Come hug Grandma! You and I are going to have the best summer ever.”
Kelly muttered something about losing control of her life. I waved at them cheerfully as they pulled out of the driveway.
***
Three weeks later…
We had already baked ten pies, mastered the science museum’s entire dinosaur wing, and invented a game called Scooter Rodeo. Every single day, Jason video called his parents from the park or the top of the slide. One evening, Jack texted me.
“Mom… are you really doing all this by yourself?”
***
When they finally returned from their trip… Kelly looked around the spotless house and gave me a curt nod.
Jack gently caught her hand mid-stride. “Kelly, you should be a lot more grateful than just ‘thanks for the help.’”
Then he turned to me.
“Tell me something. Wasn’t it always you? Cooking. Cleaning. Reading stories. Walking him to classes.”
Jack wasn’t asking. He already knew. That was the moment he saw the truth for himself. But that part… that wasn’t my story to tell anymore. Mine was waiting on the front porch with two spoons and a tub of rocky road.
“Come on, Grandma!” Jason called. “We’ve got ice cream to finish!”
And so we did.
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