Mitch and Rachel found the perfect assisted living center.
“Mother will love it. Two bedrooms, one for her computer and books; washer-dryer in-unit; she can bring both cats…”
“And the beautiful grounds! Acres of paved paths, lined with roses – it even has a plaza with a fountain!”
They moved me in and sold my home, despite the notes I wrote best I could saying, “No!”
On my first tour of the grounds, they wheeled me to the plaza and left me there, in the sun. For my own good, they said.
Nobody read the charts about my photosensitivity.
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