Living with my son Andrew and his wife Kate was far from the peaceful arrangement I had hoped for. After my leg injury forced me to move in, I often clashed with Kate, who resented my presence. One day, our grumpy neighbor, Mr. Davis, unexpectedly invited me to dinner. During our meal, we connected over a shared love for jazz, and I felt a spark I hadn’t experienced in years.

However, my happiness was short-lived when I overheard Kate and Andrew discussing a scheme to distract me and help Kate cope with my presence. Confronting them, I learned that Andrew had orchestrated the plan, believing it would benefit us both.

Anger surged through me, but Peter’s heartfelt confession of his feelings for me softened my resolve.

After a moment of hesitation, I decided to give him a second chance, insisting he keep the record player from Kate. From that Thanksgiving on, Peter and I became inseparable, celebrating the holiday with music and love, our bond growing stronger with every tune.