My Neighbor Didn’t Pay My Mother for Babysitting — Here’s How We Handled It
My mother is seventy-three, and her days follow a steady rhythm built over decades. She wakes early, brews coffee in her favorite chipped pot, and writes every expense in a small black notebook with careful handwriting. She never complains, never wastes, and never expects much from anyone. Perhaps that quiet reliability made her seem like…
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