For seven long years, I devoted myself to caring for Mrs. Patterson—a gentle, elderly woman whose life had been marred by neglect and abandonment. While her own family visited only to extract money before disappearing once again, I became the person who filled the void in her final years. In a world that often values wealth over warmth,
Mrs. Patterson had inherited riches but was left starved for affection. Her loneliness was palpable; I watched her sit by the window, hoping against hope for a love that never came.