I Retired to Rest, Then My Daughter Drafted Me Into Motherhood Again

you think.”

Jessica’s voice breaks. “But it’s different now. Everything costs more. We have loans. We have—”

“I know,” I say. “But you can’t solve that by spending my body. You can’t fix your budget by draining my last years.”

Jessica looks like she wants to argue, but the words won’t land.

She stares at the table and whispers, “So what am I supposed to continue reading …