My son raised his voice, and his wife immediately stood by his side:
— “He’s my child, and I have the right to raise him as I see fit!”

My patience snapped. I looked him straight in the eyes and said one sentence that left him shocked  (Continuation in the first comment):

— “I’m taking my grandson with me, and you are no longer my son.”

Silence fell over the room. My son opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but the words stuck. Then he began shouting about my rights, saying I had no authority to make such decisions. But his voice was drowned out by my grandson’s sobs.

The boy clung tightly to me and through his tears kept repeating:
— “Grandpa, I don’t want to stay with them. I’m scared… This isn’t the first time…”

And in that moment I knew: the decision was made. I held him close and led him out of that house. Behind us, my son and his wife were yelling, but I didn’t care. I knew only one thing: never again would I allow my grandson to be left to freeze and suffer.