Let me tell you about my daughter Anna, who unfortunately no longer understands what respect means. She thinks that since I am already 90 years old, I should just go to a nursing home, like an old, unnecessary object. But I am not ready for that yet, I still have strength and desire to live. I told her directly: “If you do not want to take care of me, I will manage on my own. I have the means and will hire a caregiver who will stay with me.” These words upset her very much. I understood that she was hoping to get my money, but her plan did not work out. Now she is making a scene because I am only a source of finance for her. She has not called me or visited me for a whole month. She said directly that she does not want to have any contact with me until I “understand that it is time for a nursing home.” Imagine that I am 90 years old and I have only one daughter.
I often wondered why I didn’t have another child, someone who could give me a little care and attention. But one day I decided to act. I turned to a lawyer to arrange the protection of my savings and property. We completed all the formalities so that my assets were protected and I could make decisions without fear of third-party interference. A few weeks passed and it became quiet in my house without Anne’s visits. But this silence was pleasant – I enjoyed the singing of the birds and the company of Mrs. Thompson, who was now helping me around the house. My days became more fulfilling – I read, took care of the garden and, above all, I felt that someone really cared about me.
One evening, as I was eating dinner, the phone rang. It was Anna. Her voice had become softer and calmer. “Mom, I’m sorry. I understand now how wrong I was. Can we start over?” I sighed deeply and replied: “Anna, it’s never too late to change your behavior. We can start over, but now everything will be different. Respect and love must come first.” Our relationship has really improved. Anna began to come more often, and her behavior became sincere and respectful. She learned to respect my decisions and even became friends with Mrs. Thompson. I feel that this experience was an important lesson for her. She understood that love and care for parents are shown not by money, but by real attention and respect.
Today I sit on the terrace, drink tea and enjoy the sunset. I am proud that, despite my age, I was able to maintain my independence and still live by my own rules. Anna and I have found a new way of communicating, and love and respect reign in our house again. This experience taught me something important: it is never too late to fight for your rights and demand the respect you deserve, and it reminded me of the true meaning of love and family.
