I grew up learning not to expect too much from people. In foster care, stability was temporary and promises often disappeared without warning. So I learned to stay guarded. I kept my life light enough to leave quickly and taught myself never to depend too deeply on anyone.
That mindset followed me into adulthood, which is why, when my elderly neighbor first started asking for help, I approached it more like an arrangement than a relationship. She needed someone to run errands, carry groceries, fix things around the house. I needed extra income, structure, and honestly, maybe a little hope that caring for someone might eventually lead to some kind of inheritance. Continue Reading ⬇️
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