It was then, holding the apple in my hand, that I suddenly realized clearly: I had raised someone so full of indifference and selfishness. Where did I go wrong?

I gave her all my strength, all my feelings, I was always by her side, supported her, helped her — and in return, I received coldness and a total lack of gratitude.

The next day, I didn’t go. At eight in the morning, I called her myself:

— Darling, you’ll have to find someone else to look after the baby. I’m not coming anymore. I’m too old to feel like a stranger in a house where warmth and love once lived.

She was stunned. She screamed, tried to blame me — but I had decided that I would no longer allow myself to be treated as a convenient solution.

I still love my grandson with all my heart. But I will no longer allow myself to be treated like a maid.
I’m a mother. I’m a grandmother. And I deserve respect.