My son called me: “Mom, I’m getting married tomorrow. I’ve withdrawn all your money and sold your apartment.”

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And the apartment situation was worse: he had sold something he legally could not sell.

He had committed fraud.

I made coffee. I sat down to think. I had two options. The first: call him and warn him, saving him from prison. The second: let life teach him the lesson I had failed to teach him for over thirty years.

I remembered his voice on the continue reading …