When 87-year-old Dorothy Mitchell fired her home care nurse and hired a tattooed biker instead, her children threatened to declare her incompetent. I live across the hall, and I watched the entire drama unfold from my window. What they didn’t know—what no one knew but me—was the reason behind her choice.
Dorothy has lived in apartment 4B for forty-three years. Her husband, George, passed away in 2003. Her three grown children live in different states and visit maybe twice a year. She suffers from Parkinson’s, osteoporosis, and a loneliness that penetrates deep into your bones.
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