Grandma took in a young guy who had nowhere to crash. But in the middle of the night, she caught him sneaking toward her bed and FROZE when she saw what he started doing…

He had worked there for twenty years and was a foreman when he died. So they helped her right away, no questions asked. Her husband had been indispensable.

His absence was still keenly felt. A month later, Ethan, almost unrecognizable, came home and sat down in front of Margaret. She looked at him with concern.

“Ethan, is something wrong?” He placed some money on the table in front of her. “What’s this?” “My first paycheck.” Margaret smiled, but Ethan suddenly grew anxious…

“I only spent some on ice cream.” “Ethan, this is your paycheck, and you’ll need it. Winter boots are coming up, and soon you’ll have girls to impress—buy them chocolate or something.”

“No, really, I don’t need it—you take care of everything.” “If you don’t need it, put it in the drawer. When you’ve saved up, you can buy something.” Ethan thought for a moment, took half the money, and tucked it into the sideboard drawer.

Margaret chuckled. Her son used to do the same—try to give her everything at first, then hide what she wouldn’t take. She watched Ethan devour his dinner, listened to him share his experiences at the factory, and suddenly said,

“Ethan, it’s been a while since we visited the priest. Shall we go?” They quietly entered the church. The priest spotted them immediately and approached, looked them over, and smiled. “So glad to see you. I see I wasn’t wrong—everything’s going well.”

“Everything’s fine, thank you.”