Dear friends, let me tell you about my daughter, Anne, who has seemingly lost her mind. She thinks just because I’m 90, I should be shipped off to some nursing home likе an old piece of furniture. I ain’t ready for no home; I still got plenty of life left in me.
So, I told her straight up, “If you don’t want to take care of me, I’ll take care of myself. I’ve got my savings, and I’ll use them to hire a caregiver and stay right here in my own house.”
Well, that made her madder than a wet hen! Turns out she was banking on getting her hands on my money. Now she’s throwing a fit because her little plan ain’t gonna work. To her, I’m just an old thing that can provide money that she ‘urgently’ needs.
It has been more than a month since she last visited or called. And she made sure to tell me not to bother her until I am ready to take my a** to a nursing home. Imagine being 90 and having just one daughter. All I was thinking these days was how God never gave me a son, or another daughter. Someone who would give some love to me.
The Plan Takes Shape
I think Anne takes things for granted, so instead of her calling, I called her and then gave her what I hope is the biggest lesson of her life.
You won’t believe what I did to her. I know it is my own daughter, but after we spoke, I invited her to come urgently as there were some big developments regarding my money. Not even the next day, the very same night, she shows up. But she wasn’t ready for what was coming to her.
She comes in all confident and bossy, expecting to manipulate the situation to her advantage. But when she saw what I had done, her eyes widened, and she was pale as a ghost.
