Part 2 of 2


“Second,” she continued, her gaze unwavering, “We’re a vegan household. That means no animal products of any kind in the house. If you can’t abide by that, we’ll need to find another arrangement.”

“And finally,” she declared, “since I work full-time, I need help around the house, especially when it comes to cooking. I often don’t have time to prepare the meals, and I ask you to make vegan dishes every evening.”
She then handed me a book of vegan recipes for me to learn to cook.

Even though I love my grandkids, this seemed too strict and even insulting. It seems like I’m being hired as a maid in my own son’s house and asked to work there in exchange for a place to stay.