A few weeks later, my dad returned and took the situation seriously. After a careful discussion, he and Linda agreed to part ways, choosing a peaceful separation. Granddad moved back into his home, and Penny stayed right by his side—her leg healed, her energy renewed. Now, when I visit, I see him sitting on the porch with Penny trotting around happily, the house feeling warm again. He once told me that he thought he lost everything when Grandma passed, but moments like these remind him that family, love, and compassion can rebuild even the quietest corners of a life. And I realized something too: sometimes the kindest fight is simply standing up for someone who would never stand up for themselves.
