Living with my son Andrew and his resentful wife, Kate, was far from peaceful, but everything changed when our grumpy neighbor, Mr. Davis, invited me to dinner. Unbeknownst to me, a secret plan was unfolding—one that would turn my life upside down.

After injuring my leg, I moved in with Andrew and Kate. Kate reluctantly agreed, though she’d never wanted me there. I tried to offer help, but Kate dismissed me. Her sharp remarks only deepened my frustration, and when Mr. Davis asked me to dinner, I was intrigued.

That night, our conversation turned to jazz, and to my surprise, Mr. Davis invited me to dance. As we swayed in the dim light, I felt something shift inside me. Our relationship grew, and soon we spent hours together, finding joy in simple things

But on Thanksgiving, I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. Kate and Andrew had orchestrated the whole thing, offering Mr. Davis a record player to “encourage” him to date me. My anger boiled over.

Andrew admitted they thought it would make me happy, but Kate was overwhelmed with pregnancy and my constant interference. Peter, too, confessed his role, but told me he had fallen for me—not because of the record player, but because of who I truly was.

Though hurt, I couldn’t deny my feelings for him. We reconciled, and from that Thanksgiving on, Peter and I celebrated with music, love, and a deeper connection.