Living with my son Andrew and his wife Kate was anything but peaceful. My accidental leg injury had forced Kate to reluctantly allow me to stay with them, and tensions quickly escalated. One day, while Kate raked leaves in frustration, I offered advice, only for her to snap back, accusing me of overstepping. Meanwhile, our grumpy neighbor, Mr. Davis, stayed distant, but things took an unexpected turn when he invited me to dinner.
That evening, as we danced to a favorite tune, I began to feel something I hadn’t in years—a spark of joy. But I soon learned that Kate and Andrew had orchestrated the whole thing, offering Mr. Davis a record player in exchange for his company, believing he and I would be a good match. Betrayed, I confronted them, and Andrew admitted the plan was their idea to give me a distraction while they got a break from my interference.
Peter, the neighbor, admitted that he hadn’t wanted the record player but had genuinely fallen for me. After a heated argument, I agreed to give him a second chance, but with a condition: no record player for Kate. From that Thanksgiving on, Peter and I became inseparable, celebrating our love with music and a newfound happiness.
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