I’m writing to you because I’m feeling completely conflicted about a situation with my daughter and her family, and I’m hoping you can help me see things more clearly. I’m 57 and have lived in my house for over 25 years. It’s the home I’ve worked hard for, and it holds a lot of sentimental value to me.

About a year ago, my daughter (30) and her husband moved in with me to save money. I’ve been happy to help. They cover utilities, and I handle the mortgage. It’s been working fine, but recently, things have taken a turn.

My grandson, Dominick, who’s eight, was diagnosed with a chronic illness that requires constant care. As a grandmother, I want to be as supportive as possible. Dominick is already staying in a guest room, which is fine.

But my daughter recently asked if I would move out of my master bedroom, claiming it would be better for Dominick since the room is bigger, has its own bathroom, and gets more sunlight. She said it would make caring for him easier, and that he’d feel more comfortable there.

I understood where she was coming from, and I do want to be flexible. I thought maybe it could work, but after thinking it over, I realized how attached I am to my room. It’s my sanctuary, the one place I can go to recharge now that the house is full.