Frank, a grumpy old man, had long embraced his solitude. So when a teenage girl named Zoe knocked on his door one Saturday morning, he wasn’t interested in her message. He angrily slammed the door in her face, but she persisted, ringing the bell repeatedly. After a confrontation, Frank thought he’d seen the last of her—until the next day, when his house was vandalized. Trash littered his yard, and a note from Zoe threatened more trouble if he didn’t listen.

The next day, a hurricane hit, and Frank noticed Zoe outside, struggling against the storm. Despite his initial reluctance, he dragged her inside. They took shelter in his fortified basement, where Zoe revealed shocking news: she was his granddaughter. Her mother, Frank’s daughter, had died, and she needed his signature for emancipation papers. Frank, still bitter about his past mistakes, refused to help, but Zoe’s words hit hard—he had abandoned his family for art, and now he was the only one left.

After hours of tension, Frank finally signed the papers, acknowledging Zoe’s talent and his own failures. When the storm passed, he offered her a place to stay, knowing he couldn’t undo his mistakes but could try to make things right. Zoe hesitated but accepted, smirking, “I’m taking your art supplies. I’m better than you.” Frank chuckled, realizing she’d inherited more than just his talent.