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

I’m the only one who looks after my mom, Joyce, 79. After she fell and fractured her hip, I made the hardest decision of my life: I placed her in a nursing home. I was terrified she’d get hurt again while I was at work.

But I never abandoned her.

Every weekend, I showed up with fresh muffins, painted her nails, and decorated her room with family photos. It wasn’t perfect, but it was love.

Then last Saturday, I walked in with banana bread and a cozy cardigan—and the receptionist blinked.

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