My 16-Year-Old Son Went to Stay with His Grandmother for the Summer – One Day, I Got a Call from Her
When my 16-year-old son offered to care for his disabled grandmother over the summer, I hoped he’d matured. Then came her terrified call: “Save me from him!” The line went dead. My rebellious son had seemed responsible, but as I sped to her house, doubts grew. I arrived to chaos—strangers partying, trash everywhere.
My mother was locked in her room, frail and exhausted. “He got angry when I told him to stop,” she whispered. Furious, I cleared the house and confronted him.
“You’re going to camp,” I said. “No more excuses.” That summer, I fixed her home, hoping he’d change. Two years later, he returned with flowers and a sincere apology. Graduating with honors, he’d become the man I’d prayed for—respectful, steady, and finally aware of the weight of his actions.
