She Wasn’t There: My Visit to the Nursing Home Took a Sh0cking Turn

 

I’m the only one who looks after my mom, Joyce, 79.

After a bad fall, I made the hardest decision of my life.

I placed her in a nursing home because I was terrified she’d get hurt again when I was at work. But I NEVER ABANDONED HER.

Every weekend, I’d visit with fresh muffins, paint her nails, and decorate her room with photos.

But last Saturday, I walked in with banana bread and a cardigan – and the receptionist blinked.

“Mrs. Joyce? She’s NOT HERE anymore. She was DISCHARGED last week.”

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