Growing older was supposed to bring me peace, yet instead, it introduced a challenge I never thought I would face—depending on my children for survival. After retirement, my small savings ran out faster than I expected.The medical bills piled up, and the rising cost of living made everything more difficult.
Before I knew it, I was knocking on my children’s doors for help with rent, food, and even small emergencies.At first, they supported me willingly. But as time passed, I noticed a shift in their tone. Conversations became strained. Small arguments about money turned into big family disputes. One even told me, “Dad, we also have our families to feed.”Hearing that broke me.To read more,click here
