I’m a 68-year-old retired teacher and grandma, and while I adore my son Mark and the grandkids, my relationship with his wife, Katie, has always been… strained. She’s cold and distant, and we clash on just about everything. So I was shocked when Katie showed up at my house one day with a gift—a three-day trip to a cozy cabin. She said it was a thank-you for everything I do. I went, still unsure of her intentions,

but tried to enjoy the peaceful getaway. When I came back, I found all my belongings dumped on the lawn, the locks changed, and a cryptic note from Katie: “I told you our relationship would never be the same. Good luck!” My heart shattered. I thought I’d been evicted from my own home. I tried calling Mark and Katie—no answer. Desperate, I drove to their house, but before I could get there, Mark called and said,

“Come back. We’re waiting.” Back at my house, I found them—and a moving truck. Mark led me down the street to a beautiful house I’d always admired. Katie handed me keys and said, “This is yours now.” Turns out,

they bought me a new home, one I’d once said was my dream. It was their big surprise to thank me for everything. I was overwhelmed with emotion. We spent Thanksgiving there, and for the first time, Katie smiled at me like she meant it.