For the first time, my son asked to spend the summer with my disabled mom, even offering to give her caregiver a break. I was surprised but thought he might be becoming responsible.

The first week went well, but he always claimed my mom was busy or asleep when I called. Then I got a chilling call from her whispering, “Please, come save me from him!” before the line cut off.

Rushing to her house, I found them surrounded by crafting chaos—glue, scissors, and paper everywhere. My mom sighed, “He’s turning my living room into a craft show!”

Relieved, I laughed. The summer turned into a creative bonding adventure, filled with love, glitter, and occasional “craft emergencies.”