I’ve always believed that age doesn’t define who we are. I’ve worked hard to maintain a youthful spirit, but one summer day at my son’s home, I was forced to confront my own resilience.
My son’s home was a symbol of his success, but his wife, Karen, seemed to overshadow everything. Since their marriage, Karen had become more controlling and dismissive of others, and my son quietly supported her actions.
One hot day, I decided to relax by the pool, wearing my favorite swimsuit. When Karen saw me, she sneered and said, “You’re too old to wear that. Cover up those wrinkles!” Her words stung, but I refused to let her see how much they hurt. Instead, I lay there, pretending to sunbathe, while I silently made a vow not to let her bring me down.
