At thanksgiving dinner, my grandson casually said, “dad sends you thousands every month, doesn’t he?”

Or so I thought. But the truth was about to come out in the most unexpected way.

Thanksgiving was always a special time for our family. We’d gather around a bountiful table, share stories, and express our gratitude for one another. This year, my grandson Max, who was studying finance at university, was visiting. He was sharp, observant, and deeply caring, traits that had always made me proud as a grandmother.

As we sat around the table, passing bowls of mashed potatoes and slices of turkey, Max turned to me with a curious expression. “Grandma, you must be living quite comfortably with the $8,000 a month Dad’s been sending you, right?”