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My Son and His Wife Gave Me a Flat When I Retired
Eleanor Whitaker had just been handed a flat the moment she retired. That afternoon, her son Peter and his wife Emily arrived, clutching a brass key ring, and escorted her to a solicitors office in Birmingham. She was so overwhelmed she could barely speak, and all she managed was a trembling whisper:
Why are you giving me such an extravagant gift? I dont need this!
Peters voice was firm, Its a pension bonus, love. Youll have a place to let out to tenants.
She hadnt even collected her State Pension yet; shed only been made redundant a week before. Yet Peter and Emily had already arranged everything without her input. When she tried to refuse, they warned her not to make a fuss.
Her relationship with Emily had never been smooth. It started peacefully, then, out of nowhere, tempers flared. Both of them had been the spark for the quarrels, each learning, after many years, how to keep the peace. By Gods grace, they now lived without constant conflict.
When Eleanors sister Margaret learned of the flat, she rang straight away, showering Eleanor with praise. Ive raised a good daughterinlaw, havent I? She never objected to such a present for you! Margaret added, If it were me, Id turn it down and leave it for my grandson.
That night, Eleanor lay awake, wondering if a single pension would be enough. At dawn she called her grandson James and gently probed, Would you mind if I set up a flat for you? James, who was about to turn sixteen and was due to start university, replied, Grandma, dont worry! Ill earn my own keep.
Everyone declined the flatPeter, Emily, even James. She offered it to Emily first, then to James, then to Peter, but each refused.
A memory of her elder sisters misfortune surfaced: her sisters husband had lost his house and was forced into council accommodation, clinging to that cramped room like a drowning man to a straw.
Their uncle George had vanished fifteen years ago, and his heirs still squabbled, unable to split his estate without fighting.
Eleanor remembered a TV documentary where her own parents had bequeathed their house to Peter, only for him to evict them and sell the property, leaving them homeless on the streets.
Tears streamed down her cheeksshe couldnt tell if they were from gratitude or pride. After a visit to the Department for Work and Pensions, she learned her pension was £2,000 a month, while Peter was charging £3,000 a month for the flat he now let out. In that moment she finally understood her childrens gift: it was truly regal.
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