Horror of Being Like Someone's Grandmother

I have always had a horror of being like someone's beloved grandmother who I had known in childhood.  The prodigal son took his grandmother's welfare cheque each money because she did not need it.

To me this seemed like an awful thing to do. The woman had her bed in a small room that was also the room where the television set was.  It was a bed that folded into a couch. When it was hockey night, the whole family would use the room to watch the game.  She was never out of the house and she never wore anything but an old robe. And if she was not in this little room, she was in the kitchen cooking for the family. I have always had a horror of being like this woman. The grim life of this woman was certainly due to the utmost indignity of her being deprived of any money.

I have several times in my life been told that I have no right to money. I for one, would really like to know why. Is it because I must have the same fate as this woman?

In my life I fought as much as I could to avoid this fate. So, it is with a fair degree of horror that I have discovered, and no one told me this, it is just from having a lot of time on my hands to think and rest, that the money I received from social aid, through the auspices of a benevolent V.I.P. from another country, might have been taken by my family