Dear friends, I will tell you about my daughter, Anne, who has seemingly lost her mind. She thinks just because I’m 90, I should be shipped off to some nursing home like an old piece of furniture. I ain’t ready for no home; I still got plenty of life left in me.
So, I immediately told her, “If you don’t want to take care of me, I’ll take care of myself. I’ve got my savings, and I’ll use them to hire a caregiver and stay right here in my own house.”
Well, she became mad because of that. Turns out she was banking on getting her hands on my money. Now she’s throwing a fit because her little plan ain’t gonna work. To her, I’m just an old thing that can provide money that she ‘urgently’ needs.
It’s more than a month since she last visited or called. And she made sure to tell me not to bother her until I am ready to take my a** to a nursing home. Imagine being 90 and having just one daughter. All I was thinking these days was how God never gave me a son, or another daughter. Someone who would give some love to me.
The lawyer started to speak, “Mrs. Anne, your mother has decided to take control of her assets and well-being. She has legally assigned her savings and property to be managed by a trust, with clear instructions that ensure her comfort and care without interference.
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