Old Mrs. Labbe continued, “Just look at Timothy’s standing within the family. He’s been acting head for years, yet he hasn’t built a solid base of loyal supporters.”
“Timothy never went through what we did. He stepped into power without a struggle. He’s lived an easy life, so he doesn’t understand what it took for us to get here.”
“The older generation isn’t as supportive of him as they once were of you. The only reason you still treat them well is because you went through those hard years together.”
“There’s history there—shared hardship. Timothy doesn’t have that. He and his peers have never truly fought side by side with anyone. In fact, he sees the older generation as people clinging to their seniority and taking more than their share.”
“And they don’t treat the younger generation well either. Holding onto power is one thing, but you still have to leave something for others. You can’t take everything—eat the meat, drink the soup—and leave nothing behind. That’s not sustainable.”
She paused, then added bluntly, “Without comparison, there’s no damage. But once you compare… our children simply don’t measure up to Landen.”
Old Mr. Labbe stayed silent. Deep down, he knew she was right.
