After my retirement, I moved in with my son and daughter-in-law, Anna, when my lease ended. It felt natural—I had always supported them when they needed me, and now I was glad for the company.But yesterday, Anna looked at me and said, “You can’t expect to live here for free. This isn’t a shelter.”
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