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Then my mother underwent surgery.
It wasn’t an emergency, but it was major—a complete hip replacement. Doctors were clear that she couldn’t be left alone for long periods. Stairs were dangerous, mobility was limited, and she would need help with meals, medications, and daily movement for several months.
So I brought her into our home.
I prepared the downstairs guest room with care: clean sheets, neatly organized medications, a mini fridge stocked with drinks and snacks, and a comfortable chair by the window so she wouldn’t have to strain or reach. Still, she kept apologizing.
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