I always thought my golden years would bring me peace, but everything changed when my daughter Emily moved back in after her divorce. I wanted to help her and my granddaughter, but I slowly realized I had become their nanny, cook, and financial supporter. Now, I question where my own happiness fits in.
After a heated argument with my niece Piper about disposing of my late husband’s belongings, I find myself questioning the meaning of memories, possessions, and family ties. In the aftermath, I struggle to reconnect with Piper while grappling with the solitude of retirement and the haunting echoes of the past. My journey forces me to confront what truly matters: the things we keep, or the people we love.
Sometimes, change feels impossible. At 70 years old, I find myself in a deep depression because I never truly lived my own life.
