Then things became worse.
Whenever I entered the kitchen, their conversations suddenly stopped.
Once, I heard Sarah whisper,
“We can’t keep doing this much longer.”
Daniel answered,
“Friday. Everything has to be finished by Friday.”
I froze in the hallway.
Neither of them knew I was there.
That night, my hand shook so badly that I dropped a glass of water.
It shattered across the floor.
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Sarah came running.
She tried to calm me down.
But all I could see in her eyes was pity.
And pity hurt more than the shaking ever had.
A few days later, my granddaughter Emma said something that made everything worse.
She was sitting on the carpet drawing a house.
I smiled and asked,
“What are you drawing, sweetheart?”
She looked up innocently.
“The place where you’re going to live, Grandpa.”
My heart stopped.
“What place?”
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She kept coloring.
“Mom said they’ll take good care of you there.”
I forced myself to smile.
Then I walked into my bedroom and shut the door.
That was the moment I became certain.
They were moving me somewhere.
A care home.
A facility.
Some place where old people were taken when their families could no longer handle them.
