After my son encouraged me to live in a nursing facility, I wrote him letters every day, telling him how much I missed him. He never responded to any of them until one day, when a stranger explained why and arrived to take me home. When I aged 81, I was diagnosed with osteoporosis, which made it impossible for me to move around without help. My health also made it difficult for my son Tyler and his wife Macy to care for me, so they chose to admit me to a nursing home.

Tyler told me, “We can’t be caring for you all day, Mom. We’ve got work to do. We are not caregivers.” I was shocked to hear this, especially since I’ve always tried to stay out of their way and not disrupt their routines. I usually stay in my room and use my walker to get around. “I promise I’ll stay out of your way,” I reassured him.

Please don’t put me to a nursing home. “Your father built this house for me, and I’d love to live here for the rest of my life,” I begged. Tyler dismissed me, claiming that the house my late husband James had built was “too big for me.””Come on, Mom,” he urged. “Leave the house to Macy and myself! Look at all of this space; we can have a gym and different offices. There’s plenty of space to renovate.”

At this point, I realized that his desire to send me to a nursing home was not to provide me with competent care, but rather to take over my home. I was extremely saddened, struggling to stop myself from crying as I realized that somehow,

Tyler had turned into a selfish man.”Where did I go wrong?” I asked myself when I entered my room that night. I believed I’d raised a well-mannered man, but it appears I was mistaken. I never anticipated to be betrayed by my son. Tyler and Macy transported me to a local nursing facility, where they promised I’d receive round-the-clock care from the nurses. Tyler reassured me, “Don’t worry, mom; we’ll pay you visits as often as possible.” Hearing this, I understood that relocating to a nursing home might not be so horrible because they’d already come to see me. Tyler was lying to get me off his back, I had no idea.

“Please, take me home,” I prayed every night, but after two years, I tried to tell myself not to keep my hopes up any longer.One day, however, I was astonished to learn from my nurse that a man in his forties was standing at the counter, looking for me. “Did my son finally come to visit?” I said, hurriedly grabbing my walker and making my way to the front. When I arrived, I smiled because I assumed it was Tyler, but it was actually another man I hadn’t seen in months. “Mom!” he shouted out, hugging me tightly.

“Ron? Is this you, Ron? I asked him. “This is me, Mom. How’ve you been? I apologize for taking so long to visit you. “I just got back from Europe and went straight to your house,” he explained.”My house?” Did you see Tyler and Macy there? “They put me in this nursing home a few years ago, and I haven’t seen them since,” I admitted. Ron looked at me sadly and motioned for me to sit.

Unlike Tyler, who had everything he wanted, Ron grew up in poverty, raised by his grandmother after his parents passed away. I took him in as my own, feeding and clothing him until he left for college in Europe. After landing a high-paying job, Ron never returned to the U.S., and we eventually lost contact. I never expected to see him again until he showed up at the nursing home. “Mom,” he whispered softly once I had calmed down.

“I do not believe you belong in this care home. Will you please let me take you home? “I would love to take care of you,” he stated. I could not help but cry once more. My own son had kicked me out of my house, and in front of me stood a man who wanted to take me in despite the fact that I was not his blood kin. “Would you really do that for me?” “Of course, mother. You don’t even need to ask that. You raised me to be the person I am today. Ron hugged me and whispered, “Without you, I am nothing.”

That evening, Ron assisted Jude in packing her belongings and welcomed her into his freshly purchased home. There, Jude realized he had a large family, who greeted him enthusiastically. She lived her final years in happiness, surrounded by people who genuinely loved and cared for her.