Living with my son Andrew and his resentful wife Kate was far from peaceful, but a surprising twist began when our grumpy neighbor, Mr. Davis, invited me to dinner. Two weeks into my stay, I was still recovering from an exaggerated leg injury, which Kate reluctantly allowed me to stay.

That morning, I offered Kate advice while she raked leaves. She snapped back, irritated by my presence, and accused me of being a burden. As I watched her, I noticed Mr. Davis nearby, always grumbling, but today, he unexpectedly invited me for dinner.

The evening was awkward until I mentioned my love for jazz, which sparked a rare smile from Mr. Davis. We danced to an imaginary tune, and I felt a warmth I hadn’t experienced in years. The night ended with a kiss, and soon, Peter became a regular part of my life. We spent time together, laughing and enjoying simple pleasures.

However, on Thanksgiving, I overheard a conversation that shattered my newfound joy. Kate and Andrew had orchestrated the relationship, offering Mr. Davis a record player in exchange for dating me. Betrayed and furious, I confronted them, only for Andrew to admit the plan. Peter, however, confessed he loved me for who I was, and he had rejected the record player offer.

Tears filled my eyes as I realized my feelings for him were just as real. From that Thanksgiving onward, Peter and I were inseparable, our love growing stronger with each passing day.