My foster mom was lied to and deceptively ended up in the retirement home thinking that this was just a hospital routine check for no more than a week.
She fell in there a couple days ago. 14 stitches on her head. At this rate her funerals are going to come fast.
The brutality to me is also in the dissonance. This family gave me their best. But now her own kids, people I love and who I didn’t know could do that, the people she worked so hard for so long for, are kind of literally putting her in a casket now that she needs constant help. It is inconvenient to have a dying mom but come on, man.
It be your own people. It doesn’t have to be.