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My son said he won't feed extra mouths, got me a job—I smiled, but the next day

My son said he won't feed extra mouths, got me a job—I smiled, but the next day My phone pinged with a text from my daughter-in-law: "Found you a cleaning job with my boss. $15/hour, 6 days a week. David says this way you'll earn your keep while living with us." My fingers trembled as I set down my teacup. Just yesterday, my son had looked me in the eye and said, "Mom, I love you, but I won't feed extra mouths. This arrangement is temporary." After 45 years of raising him alone and putting him through college, I was now an "extra mouth." I smiled and thanked my daughter-in-law for the opportunity. But the next day, when I discovered what they'd really been planning, everything changed. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you!. It started with a conversation I overheard at the senior center. I hadn't planned to visit the Riverside Community Center that Tuesday morning. In fact, I'd told Rebecca I was going to the library to look for books on résumé writing—at seventy-three, I hadn't updated mine in nearly a decade. But the library was unexpectedly closed for renovations, and the community center was just across the street. I thought perhaps they might have resources for seniors seeking employment. The center was housed in a converted Victorian mansion, its wooden floors creaking pleasantly beneath my feet as I walked through the entrance hall. Cheerful watercolor paintings lined the walls, most created by the center's art class participants. A bulletin board near the reception desk was covered with flyers advertising everything from line dancing to tax preparation assistance.