A week ago, my husband and I returned from a long-awaited vacation. It was our first vacation together, without our grandchildren. We are already over 60, but on the coast we felt young again.

Every morning started not at 7, like at home, but at 9. We ate fresh seafood, enjoyed walks along the white sand beach and held hands like newlyweds.

One of those days I was wearing a white bikini and my husband was showering me with compliments. Suddenly a little girl came up to us, took out her phone and took a photo of us hugging against the backdrop of the ocean.

When I got home, I shared this photo on Facebook. The comments were warm: “You are so wonderful!”, “True love!” But among them was one comment from my daughter-in-law.

She wrote:

“How can she show her wrinkled body in a bathing suit?! Also kissing her husband at her age is disgusting. She looks terrible to be honest lol!”

I reread the comment several times, not believing my eyes. Soon my daughter-in-law deleted what she had written, but I had already managed to take a screenshot.

I am not one to silently tolerate injustice. The daughter-in-law needed to be taught a lesson.⬇️

This is how the idea of ​​a family barbecue was born.

“Donald,” I said to my husband, “we need to have a family get-together.” He nodded and began writing an invitation to our family chat.

That weekend the whole family was there – except for Janice, who was late as usual. But I waited patiently.

When she finally showed up, I picked up the phone and said:

“I want to share a special moment from our vacation.” I showed him a photo – the one of Donald and me hugging on the beach.

An admiring “Aaaah” rang out in the room.

“This photo is proof that love doesn’t fade with age,” I continued, letting everyone see the picture. “But, unfortunately, not everyone shares this opinion.”

I opened a screenshot of Janice’s comment and turned the screen to face the guests. The room fell silent.

“Someone in this room saw fit to laugh at love, at age, at wrinkles,” I said, not taking my eyes off Janice.

She turned pale, her gaze darting around the room. Her lips trembled.

“Janice, one day you will grow old too. I sincerely hope that on that day you will have someone by your side who will love you as much as Donald loves me. And that no one will make you feel ashamed of your body.”

I smiled and raised my glass. “To love, to life, to the courage to be yourself – at any age!”

The guests supported me.