I was with them from the first breath. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/96bc5c/620x0/1/0/2025/03/27/wnfrdtiqs6lkhewiizi62f06czkheq454mah3fu.jpg" alt = "from life taken. & Amp; Quot; I looked after my grandchildren for the years &: now the daughter -in -law says it's time to relax - at the Senior House" styles = "background-color: rgba (52.50.41.0)" > < p > when c & oacute; my son cried all night & ndash; I hugged her to sleep.
< p > When the grandson had a fever, I watched at his & oacute; because my parents had to work.< p > I was there when they took their first steps when they went to kindergarten, when they were afraid of darkness.
< p > I always m & oacute; I felt: “I help because I love. I don't expect anything in return. < P >But I never thought that I would have to ask for the right to stay in this house.
< p > After my husband's death I moved to my son. < p > — & AMP; BDQUO; You'll be at home with us, mom. Children love you. < p > and indeed & ndash; I was part of their lives. < p > I cooked lunches, I did shopping, took children from school, sewed their balls, I helped in lessons. < p > daughter -in -law was satisfied.< p > they did not pay for the nanny. They did not worry about graphics.
< p > I was. < p > always. < p > but then & hellip; the children grew. < p > began to spend time with r & oacute; villages, have their affairs. < p > daughter -in -law began to turn her eyes more and more often when I entered the kitchen. < p > more and more often m & oacute; wiła:< P >& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; Bdquo; Mama should think about some place for herself. Somewhere where someone will take care of her. & Amp;
< p > m & oacute; it was with my son.
< p > A on & hellip; he was silent. < p > always silent.< p > one evening she said it directly:
< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, maybe we'll think about the Senior House ? There are beautiful conditions now. And there will be mother contact with r & oacute; runs. & Amp;
< p > I was & oacute; I saw.
< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; But it's m & oacute; j house & Hellip; & Amp; Rdquo; & Amp; MDASH; I whispered. < p > and she just smiled artificially:< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; He was. And now it's a bit of & Hellip; too tight. & rdquo;
< p > I didn't sleep all night.
< p > I sat by the window and looked at the yard's subtitudes, after which my grandchildren ran when they were small.
< p > I taught them to ride a bike.
< p > I kept my hand when they fell for the first time.
< p > and now ?< p > I don't even have the right to vote.
< p > I don't even have a roof over my head, which would be m & oacute; j.< p > The next day I packed my things.
< p > I left everything & ndash; books, photos, memories. < p > because I do not want to be a burden that someone can not bear the time.< p > but inside it hurts.
< p > because love, which you give & oacute; should not end in a nursing home.
< p > m & oacute; that I will take care, classes, silence.
< p > but nobody asked if I wanted silence after years in which I was needed.
< p > because it hurts the most.
< p > It hurts that you can be so easily forgotten & hellip; Even those who devoted everything to those who have been devoted to everything.