Teacher tells student that God isn’t real – her response leaves classroom speechless
Dear friends, I want to share about my daughter, Anne, who seems to have lost her mind. At 90, I’m not ready for a nursing home. I told her I’d take care of myself with my savings and hire a caregiver if needed.
Anne got angry, realizing she wouldn’t access my money. It’s been over a month since she last visited or called, insisting I shouldn’t contact her until I’m ready for a home. I often think about how I only have one daughter and wish I had more family to love me.
My lawyer informed her that I’ve taken control of my assets and set up a trust to ensure my comfort without interference. The quiet in the house has been peaceful, filled with the sounds of nature and the care of a compassionate caregiver.
One evening, I received a call from Anne. Her voice was softer this time. “Mother, I’m sorry. I realize now how wrong I was. Can we start over?”
