At 75, I felt blessed to have lived a full and meaningful life. I built a home filled with laughter and raised two wonderful sons. Alex became a lawyer, while Stefan stayed with me for a while, bringing warmth to my days.
When Stefan married Angela, I welcomed her with an open heart and hope. She was organized and strong-willed, very different from my gentle son.
Over time, subtle changes began to appear in our home. Angela would clear my plate before I finished eating, her patience sometimes fading. She sighed softly when I moved slower than she expected, though she never said much. One evening, I overheard her quietly telling Stefan about finding a care facility for me. My heart ached, but I stayed silent, unsure of what to say.
