87-Year-Old Woman Replaces Her Caregiver with a Tattooed Biker—What Happened Next Shocked Everyone.

“This is Michael,” she announced proudly. “He’s my new helper. I fired the agency yesterday.”

Michael unpacked the groceries with ease. “Miss Dorothy likes her crackers on the second shelf,” he said. “Tea bags go in the canister by the stove.”

“You fired the agency?” I asked. “Your kids know?”

Her smile dimmed slightly. “They don’t need to know everything. I’m not dead yet, despite their best efforts to plan my funeral.”

Michael sat down—this towering man moved with the care of a nurse. “Miss Dorothy, it’s noon. Want your meds?”

“Please, dear.”

He returned with her pill organizer and a glass of water. She patted his hand. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Curious, I asked, “How did you two meet?”

Dorothy’s eyes sparkled. “He tried to steal my purse.”

Michael chuckled. “Not exactly.”

“Pish posh,” she waved him off. “I was at the store, couldn’t reach the prune juice. He reached over me—I thought he was after my bag, so I whacked him with my cane.”

“She did,” Michael said, rubbing his shin. “Then I handed her the juice. She was embarrassed and bought me a coffee.”

Dorothy’s voice softened. “And I learned he was lonely too. So I hired him. He’s strong. And he listens.”

But that wasn’t the whole story. Not even close.

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