I’m The Only One Who Looked After My Mom—So Who Took Her From The Nursing Home Without Telling Me?

I stood in that lobby, clutching the banana bread, unsure what to do. I called Mom’s phone—straight to voicemail. I tried Marla—number disconnected. I called the nursing home director, furious.

Turns out Marla showed up with a notarized document granting her temporary medical authority. And Mom didn’t object. She recognized Marla. She even told the nurse she was “happy to spend time with her other daughter.”

Other daughter?

I couldn’t process the betrayal—not from Mom, but from Marla, who hadn’t lifted a finger during the hardest years of caregiving.

I took two buses and a cab to Marla’s last known address. Fancy condos. Valet parking. No one had seen her. But the front desk clerk remembered “an older woman in a lavender coat” being helped into a car five days earlier.

So I did what desperate people do.

I posted in a local Facebook group with a photo of Mom and a short caption:
“My elderly mother may have been taken without proper authorization. Please DM me if you’ve seen her.”

I didn’t expect much.

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