Taken from life. “I gave them all the property”: they gave me to a nursing home

We've worked hard with my husband all our lives. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/45ec3b/620x0/1/0/2025/04/12/gpgrhs68kwf71plddhowela alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (81,80,80,1)" > < p > We didn't have much, but we saved every penny. We had a small house in the countryside, a piece of field, some savings. Two children & ndash; Son and C & Amp; Oacute; Rka & Amp; Ndash; They were our greatest happiness. M & oacute; we said that everything we do, we do for them.

< P >When my husband got sick and went out during the year, I thought I wouldn't get up after this loss. But the children were close. They helped, called. The son began to m & oacute; & ampquo; mum, sell this farm. It's too much for you. You will live closer to me. We will look after you &. < p > c & oacute; butt; oacute; We will inherit it someday. And now at least we will be able to take care of you with &. < p > I trusted. Because I was a mother. And the mother does not ask about paragraphs and security. Signs. Out of love. < p > I moved to my son's apartment. It was good at first. I had a small room & oacute; j, grandchildren sometimes came to hug. But in time I started to disturb. & AMP; BDQUO; Close the door, because children cannot sleep & rdquo;, “do not get up at night, because you can hear your steps & rdquo;, & bdquo; do not mix up to upbringing & rdquo; … < 60 > 62 ~ < p > I got quiet. Invisible. Like a piece of furniture

< p > until kt & oacute; reel at breakfast I heard my son's conversation with my daughter -in -law. < br />< br /> & ndash; Mom, we talked to Kasia and & Hellip; This is not a good place for you. You know, you are older, you need care. I found something appropriate & ndash; quiet, calm, with medical staff.

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< p > He didn't ask what I felt. He didn't ask if I wanted to. He just packed my suitcase, left in the corridor and came to me there & ndash; As if he was releasing an unnecessary piece of furniture. No tears. No shame. Without a word of gratitude. < p > A I & Hellip; I'm sitting in a small room now. I have three drawers and a view of the parking lot. At night I sometimes cry into a pillow, but nobody hears. Children call once a month. Out of duty. Not out of need. < p > I gave them everything & ndash; Earth, home, heart, youth. < br /> and they gave me away & ndash; where you no longer have to love. < p > because the property is useful. But mother & Hellip; only until.