What honesty, MrsGrace Milton! So our children were busy tending the garden last summer, then we spent the whole year pestering you to fix up the cottage, and now little Emmas kids will enjoy the comforts while ours stay home? Youre truly honest! Olivia could hardly contain herself.
Yes, I said it was for the children, but I never promised it was only for yours! Do you think I have no other grandchildren? First your youngsters got a break, now Emmas thats only fair!
What honesty, MrsGrace Milton. Our kids were scrambling in the garden last year, we spent the year nagging you to tidy the cottage, and now Emmas brood will soak up the amenities while ours sit idle? Youre very upright! Olivia snapped again.
Bring your lot next year. The cottage wont disappear. Were practically one family! You help here, Emma helps there. In the end its my property, Ill use it as I wish!
Ah, Emma has hauled sand into the sandbox all this time. Truly priceless contribution, the daughterinlaw muttered.
MrsGrace, fairness means equal share. Perhaps youll let one side use it for a month, then the other?
Are you kidding? Ill collapse in two months. Im not that spry to handle such a crowd, the motherinlaw protested.
What about two weeks?
I cant. Ive already promised Emma. She and Victor have a holiday in July; they want a childfree break. It wont work.
Bring them Wednesday to Friday. A few days Ill spend with them gladly, but any longer Im exhausted.
Olivia exhaled loudly. A few days Considering how much theyd already ripped through that cottage, it seemed nothing! Almost a charity, given the circumstances.
Fine. I understand. Goodbye, she said, hanging up.
She clutched her head. What now? All year the children had dreamed of finally visiting Grandmas cottage, playing on a new playground, splashing in a pool, and now everything would belong to someone else.
It had started so sweetly and innocently. Last summer Ian drove to his mothers, and Olivia went with him. The last time shed set foot in that cottage was ten years ago, when her fatherinlaw was still alive. In reality, hardly anything had changed.
There were no comforts before, and now the cottage resembled a neglected barn: creaking windows, an outdoor loo, overgrown hedges to the waist, a sagging roof, dry limbs hanging from the trees.
Inside was no better. Sovietera furniture, faded wallpaper, sagging floorboards in places, a stale, mouldy smell.
So many tasks, so many chores the motherinlaw muttered, shaking her head. Well, dear, start with the grass and the branches. Ill show you where to prune.
While Ian wrestled the garden, Grace brewed tea for herself and Olivia. They began by discussing school grades, work, health. Then, abruptly:
Id love to take my grandchildren here, but what would they do? the motherinlaw sighed bitterly. Perhaps catch frogs by the stream and rummage the garden. There are no facilities, no amusements.
Olivia scanned the kitchen. A memory flickered of summers spent at her own grandmothers village house, where feeding chickens felt like an adventure. She remembered hunting for worms for her grandfather when he went fishing, weaving flower crowns that Grandma would grumble at.
Everywhere those buzzing insects! No escaping them! shed complained.
Olivia never understood why her grandmother fussed over pretty blossoms.
Soon, almost daily, Olivia discovered something new. A rare butterfly made her smile; a fly she caught turned out to be a bee, and she winced. Those lazy summer holidays at Grandmas remained her brightest recollection, and she longed for her own children to have similar warm memories.
What if we all pitched in and got this place in order? Olivia suggested. Not all at once, of course, little by little.
Exactly what I wanted to propose, Grace beamed. Rather than splurging on a holiday abroad, lets invest in our own haven.
I dont mind; Im fine as I am. But your kids will have a break. We have no sea in our town, but at least theres a lake to swim in. Ill bring them every year.
And so they did. By late summer new windows glittered in the cottage. Ian repaired the fence; Olivia sourced secondhand but sturdy childrens furniture. August was spent at Graces, and the kids returned with wide eyes.
Mum, can we still go to Grandma Graces? Its wonderful! We collected snails, caught crickets, even saw a mouse! And a mantis! the younger brother exclaimed.
Of course, Ill let you, Olivia smiled. Well help Grandma, and next year itll be even better.
Grace nodded, chuckling.
The whole year had been a blur of expenses and anticipation. They brought water to the cottage, installed a proper loo, and performed a modest DIY renovation. They managed.
They bought a portable airconditioner for the heat, erected a gazebo, a sandbox, and a modest pool on a frame. The children were thrilled, constantly asking when they could finally visit Grandma and test everything.
Youre all brilliant! Grace exclaimed. Now the kids will have their own little paradise.
Olivia felt they were truly a family, working together, uniting, rejoicing. Outside, the world kept turning without a hitch. At holidays and tea parties, Emma listened politely about the cottage projects, speaking up only when sand was needed.
Olivia and Ian toiled relentlessly, forgoing their own vacation, convinced they were investing in the childrens future. Their reward? Come next year, the invitation read.
Olivia could not shake the sting of feeling used, for herself and for her children. She called her own mother for a calming chat.
The situation is, of course, ambiguous, her mother replied after listening. But Grace acted poorly. She didnt officially breach any rule, yet she clouded your mind. And you believed her
We all believed! Ian went there every other day. People keep asking about the cottage. What shall I tell them? Olivia fretted. On one hand weve tangled ourselves in this, believed and set ourselves up. On the other
On the other, she fed you a nice story, her mother concluded. She could have warned you that Sasha and Pete wouldnt be accepted this year.
Right! But now the problem is different What do we do? We havent saved enough for a proper holiday, and theyll be bored at home.
There are other options. Rent a tiny cottage, for example. Not the cheapest pleasure, but considering what youve poured in its still cheaper than a seaside break.
Who will look after the kids? We work, and theyre too young to leave alone in an unfamiliar place.
Let me help, her mother offered. Id enjoy fresh air, and youd have peace of mind.
At first Olivia was wary, but within a week they found a modest cottage on the outskirts of town. Small but cosy, with an apple orchard in the back yard and wooden walls still scented with pine resin. A weathered table sat on the porch, and a barbecue waited in the garden.
The final touch remained. Together with Ian they drove to the pool and swings at Graces.
So thats it? Grace shouted, watching Ian unpack the beauty theyd built. This year I couldnt take your children, and now youll deprive Emmas kids of joy as well?!
Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. Perhaps another woman would have given up, waited a year, or cursed the pool, but not she.
I bought this joy first and foremost for my own children. Let Emma purchase her own joy for hers.
Grace inhaled deeply, about to answer, but found no words. She turned away, as if from strangers.
The next month slipped by unnoticed. Olivia and Ian visited the motherinlaw and the children every weekend. They grilled kebabs, picnicked, listened to tales of forest berry foraging. The boys splashed in the pool, swung high, fell asleep early, tired and happy.
Olivia, sitting on the veranda with her mother and husband, realized that this modest rented cottage felt cozier than the refurbished cottage of her motherinlaw. Perhaps because there was no lingering sense of being used; the bonds were simply familial.
In the end, the rental proved far cheaper than the yearlong investments theyd made. Olivia no longer understood why theyd trusted Grace when the alternative was right under their noses.
This is even better than Grandmas last year! the children chorused as their parents drove them home.
Olivia smiled involuntarily. Now the kids would have plenty to write about in their school essays about their summer adventures.
Let Emma and her family sort their own affairs, Olivia said on the drive back. Well manage ours. Thats fair.
Olivia watched the events unfold like a lesson learned. She remained ready to do anything for her children, but now without blind faith in strangers promises.
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