reaching out for help
Realizing I couldn’t do this alone, I called my grandson. Explaining the situation to him was tough. “They just ignore me,”
I said, my voice heavy with frustration. He listened intently, and I could hear his shock on the other end of the line. “That’s awful, Grandma.
They can’t just get away with that,” he replied, his words giving me a glimmer of hope through my growing despair.