Without even telling me, my own children demolished my house in front of me. I sat in front of the house and sobbed hard, fearing that I would be abandoned on the streets when I became old. But all of a sudden, something unexpected occurred 
A deep rumbling sound caught my attention as I was tending to my garden. I could feel the ground trembling beneath my feet. I froze as I looked up. My yard had been invaded by a massive bulldozer. Its bucket rose gradually, and then it hit my house’s wall with a loud bang a second later.
— My God I ran to the fence and said, “What are you doing?”
In before of my eyes, the home where I had spent my whole life was falling apart. I felt like my heart was being stabbed by each falling brick. Board by board, stone by stone, my husband and I had constructed that house ourselves. My entire life had happened there, including the upbringing of my children.
I sprinted into the yard and yelled, loud enough to be heard over the machine’s noise: — Stop! I live there! Keep your hands off it!
“Sorry, grandma, but I have my orders,” the driver yelled angrily as he leaned out of the taxi. Your oldest son owns the house. He instructed us to destroy it.
I gasped, “What are you saying?” — This has to be an error! This is where I reside! Where do I go at this point? In the street?
“Not our problem,” said the driver icily. It is our responsibility to destroy it.
Helpless, I fell to the ground. Brick fragments flew everywhere, as dust surged into the air. I got no attention at all. My house was vanishing, reducing to a heap of debris.
I sobbed while sitting on the ground with my hands over my face. The home seemed to be collapsing, and so was my entire life.
Through my sobs, I thought, “My own children… — How could you harm me like this? For the land? For cash?
However, something startling occurred at that same moment 
Just as I was beginning to doubt the goodness of people, a car pulled up to the gate. My son, whom I believed to be the cause of this nightmare, came out.
My son, how could you? — I screamed, beating my hands on his chest. You ruined my home and my life, even though I reared you, fed you, and stayed up late for you!
His eyes were downcast as he stood quietly. I was unable to stop—between sobs and agony, the words flowed.
— You cast me out into the world! Would you prefer that I perish beneath a fence? My children, what did I ever do to you?
Abruptly, though, he raised his head, moved in closer, and said, “Mom, please, just relax.” You’re completely mistaken.
I was taken aback.
— What do you mean incorrectly? I witnessed it firsthand! The home has vanished!
He nodded and said, “Yes, the old house is gone. It was dangerous.” We spent a lot of time considering how to tell you, but we knew you would never accept it. Thus, we made the decision to act swiftly.
He gestured behind him with his outstretched hand. Amidst the dust and brick piles behind the excavator, I noticed something unexpected: a brand-new, gorgeous brick home with red roof, colorful walls, and new windows.
He smiled through his tears and added, “This is our home now, Mom.” — Right here, on the same property, we constructed it. The kitchen, the chairs, and the flowers on the windowsill are all ready. I apologize for not informing you sooner. We intended to take you by surprise.
I was still. Even though my heart was pounding and tears were still streaming down my face, they were now warm, gentle, and full of appreciation and love.
