As I heard crying through the wall, my heart sank. It was my neighbor, who was a 67-year-old retiree. Through the slightly open door, I saw her kneeling right in the yard, with trembling hands, begging her son not to take her to a nursing home. But he was unyielding — he just waved her off and shoved an old bag …
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