I trusted the caregiver I’d hired to take care of my mom. She seemed perfect. Then I came home early last Thursday and overheard her warn my mother never to tell me about something they’d buried for a reason.
What I found in our attic explained everything, and I haven’t looked at my mom the same way since.
My name is Bianca. I’m 27. It’s just my mom and me now, in a small house that holds all our memories and most of our world.
We lost a lot over the years after Dad passed away.
But we still had each other. And I believed that was unbreakable.
My mom, Patsy, is 62. Three months ago, she slipped on a wet patch in the kitchen.
It wasn’t tragic. Just a brief moment of carelessness. But the fall broke her knee.
The surgery was straightforward; the recovery was not.
Mom moved around with a walker and couldn’t stand long enough to cook or shower safely. The doctor warned us about the risk of falling again.
I work long hours at a marketing firm. Taking unpaid leave wasn’t an option.
Bills don’t pause for family emergencies.
So after a lot of guilt and research, I hired a caregiver. Her name was Elena. She was 43, calm, and professional.
She came highly recommended by two families in our neighborhood. My mom liked her instantly.
“She’s steady,” Mom said after the first day. “And kind.
I think this will work out.”
I felt relieved for the first time in weeks.
Elena handled medications, meals, and light therapy exercises.
Nothing felt off. If anything, the house felt lighter.
Mom started smiling again. For the first time since Dad died five years ago, she seemed okay.
It’s just been the two of us since then.
Which is why I’ve never seriously considered moving out.
I’ve been dating someone for eight months. His name is Shawn. He’s kind and charming.
Last month, he mentioned moving in together.
But I changed the subject. Told my friends half-jokingly that I’ll only marry someone willing to take my mom with us.
But under the joke was the truth: I can’t leave her alone. I won’t.
So hiring Elena felt like a betrayal at first.
Like I was abandoning Mom.
But Elena made everything easier, and Mom relaxed around her.
I could finally breathe.
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Last Thursday, a client meeting got canceled, so I left work early. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home.
When I walked in, the house was quiet. Then I heard voices from Mom’s bedroom.
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