I couldn’t help but smile, but I noticed the tension between my son and his wife. Later, I learned they had argued after that day. My son had defended me, telling her that kindness mattered more than material things.As I sat with my grandson, still lost in thought, he tugged on my sleeve. In his small but confident voice, he asked, “Grandma, do you like me in your clothes? I love them because you picked them for me.”
