People in line at the supermarket wanted to kick me out when my granddaughter started crying—but a stranger suddenly stepped in. I'm 68 (F), and I'm raising my granddaughter alone. My son and his wife died in a car accident six months ago, leaving me with their newborn daughter, Grace. At my age, I never thought I'd face motherhood again. My pension barely covered the basics, so I took a job as a cleaner to provide for her. By the end of the month, things got tough. The fridge was nearly empty,