My 16-Year-Old Son Went to Stay with His Grandmother for the Summer – One Day, I Got a Call from Her

“Please, come save me from him!” My mother’s voice whispered through the phone, full of fear.

I knew exactly who “him” was—my son. At sixteen, he had become rebellious, testing every boundary. When he offered to stay with Grandma that summer, I thought he was maturing, but now I had my doubts.

Arriving at her house, I found it in chaos—strangers partying, my son nowhere to be found. I found my mother locked in her room, exhausted and scared. She whispered that he had locked her in and said she was ruining his fun.

Furious, I made him clear the house, told him he’d pay for the damage, and sent him to a strict summer camp. By the end of summer, he had changed—more responsible and respectful.

Two years later, he returned to apologize to my mother, holding flowers. It was a moment of hope that he was finally becoming the man I always wanted him to be.