They Dumped Me in a Nursing Home—So I Rose Up and Outsmarted Them All

I never liked asking for anything. Especially not from Thomas. He was a good son, truly—just… always busy.

But I’d grown tired of pretending to be the strong, self-reliant woman.

When pickles become the enemy, it’s time to speak up.

“Thomas,” I said that evening on the phone, “I need some help.”

“Mom, is everything okay?”

“I’m just getting older. I need someone around. Just in case.”

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