Lock the Door

She let out an exhaustive sigh. “Mom, would you rather take your wheel chair today?” asked the daughter. “Are you tired?” The elderly matriarch nodded in affirmation and turned the walker around, her wrinkled right forearm resting wearily on the handle bar as she struggled to walk back down the hall to the waiting wheel chair. The week prior, daughter noticed her mom was struggling to use the walker that had been assisting her for several years. It was quiteRead more