The residence: safe, clean… but not free
I agreed to try an assisted living facility. It was correct, orderly, well attended. But everything had a schedule:
Sleep early
Eating at five
Do not leave after a certain time
One night I wanted to walk in the open air. They arrested me.
—Security policy.
I was 83 years old and someone decided when I should sleep.
That was not living. It was to exist.
When the solution appeared where you least expected itOne day, on my way to the store, I saw my neighbor Sara. Single mother, exhausted, on the verge of tears. Without thinking about it, I offered to pick up her daughter from school.
That’s how it all began.
I picked up Emma.
