
I Wrote My Son Daily from a Nursing Home with No Reply until a Stranger Came to Take Me Home — Story of the Day
When I turned 81, I was diagnosed with Osteoporosis, and my life changed dramatically. My bones were getting weaker, and I couldn’t move around as easily as before. I had always been independent, but now I had to rely on my son, Tyler, and his wife, Macy. One day, they sat me down and told me something that broke my heart. “Mom, we can’t be tending to you all day,” Tyler said, his voice cold and distant. “We have work to do. We’re not caregivers.” I couldn’t believe what I