Do I not deserve to have a life because I'm 45, a single mom, and a grandmother?

I never thought I'd be one this young. I had Miranda when I was 26. I worked hard and raised her right. But when she got pregnant at 18 and her boyfriend vanished into thin air, I stepped up. What else was I supposed to do? Let my daughter sink?

I still remember the night she told me she was pregnant. I held her as she sobbed into my shoulder. "I'm so scared, Mom," she whispered. "I don't know what to do."

"We'll figure it out together," I promised, stroking her hair. "You're not alone."

And I meant every word.

I worked late shifts so she could attend college. Gave up my weekends so she could still feel like a normal teenager, going out with her friends. I told myself, "She's young. She deserves a little freedom. I'll help until she gets on her feet."

But then I overheard something that shattered me... something that made me realize my daughter had mistaken my love for obligation. The words that broke me... God, I hope no mother ever hears them.

It was the Monday before Valentine's Day. I had just gotten home from work, exhausted, my feet throbbing and my back screaming. I was about to head to my room when I heard Miranda's voice drifting down the hall.

I wasn't eavesdropping until I heard my own name.

"Oh, don't worry," she giggled into the phone. "My mom has no life anyway. She'll have no choice but to babysit on Valentine's Day."

I stopped dead in my tracks.

She kept going.

"She told me some dumb story about having a date with her coworker, but come on... her priority is MY DAUGHTER. She won't actually go. I'll just make her cancel, like always."

Then she LAUGHED. Like my canceled plans, my sacrifices, and my entire damn existence was just some JOKE to her.

I pressed my hand against the wall to steady myself, memories flooding back. The promotion I turned down because it would mean less flexibility for babysitting. The countless nights I'd spent rocking Kelly to sleep while Miranda was out "studying." The dating profiles I'd deleted because I never had time to actually meet anyone.

Something inside me snapped. She needed to learn that being a mother didn't mean she got a free pass to dump her responsibilities on me. If she thought I'd just keep picking up the slack forever, she had another thing coming.

That night, she waltzed into my room, all sugar and innocence.

"Mom, I know you had that date, but I have this really special night planned for Valentine's Day with my boyfriend, Matt. You'll babysit, right?"

She batted her lashes. Smiled. Like I was some unpaid employee she could charm into another shift.

My hands trembled as I folded laundry, thinking of David from accounting. He'd been so genuine when he asked me out, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Everyone deserves a second chance at happiness," he said.

I smiled right back at Miranda. "Of course, sweetheart. Anything for you."

She beamed. Hugged me. Told me I was "the best."

She had no idea what was coming.

Valentine's Day arrived, and Miranda practically skipped out the door. She was glowing, her little red dress hugging her figure, and her hair straightened to perfection. She barely glanced at me as she grabbed her purse.

"Kelly's already asleep," she said breezily. "Should be an easy night. Love you, Mom!"

She didn't wait for a response. Didn't check if I was okay. Because in her mind I was exactly where she expected me to be — home, in my pajamas, and babysitting her child like always.

I looked at myself in the mirror, touching the slight wrinkles around my eyes. When had I started looking so tired? And resigned? The woman staring back at me wasn't just a grandmother or a mother... she was someone who deserved more.