I always took pride in my youthful spirit, viewing age as just a number.

On a sweltering summer day at my son’s mansion, my resilience was tested.

My son’s estate, a symbol of his hard work, was grand yet shadowed by my daughter-in-law, Karen.

She changed after marrying my son, becoming arrogant, believing she ruled over everyone, with my son’s silent encouragement.

One hot day, I wore my favorite swimsuit, ready to enjoy the pool.

Karen, spotting me, sneered, “Old lady, no way you’re wearing that.

Hide your wrinkles!” Her words cut deep. I pretended to sunbathe, hiding my tears, but resolved to not let her humiliate me.

I planned my move carefully, knowing retaliating in anger wouldn’t work.

Observing Karen’s routines, I waited for the perfect moment, which came during her book club meeting. Serving refreshments, I casually mentioned, “Karen, I hope your charity event goes well.”

Then, I produced an album of her pre-marriage photos. Her friends’ interest piqued, and Karen flushed with embarrassment.

“Mary, this is inappropriate,” she hissed. I smiled, “We all come from humble beginnings.”

The mood shifted; Karen’s friends saw her differently.

Later, my son, learning of the incident, understood my pain. Karen became more subdued, her arrogance dimmed. My son ensured such behavior wouldn’t repeat.

Reclaiming my dignity, I felt renewed confidence. Our spirits remain ageless, no matter our wrinkles.