“This man has been here every day for two months,” Dorothy exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger. Where have you been? Christmas? Thanksgiving? “My birthday?” She gestured to Michael. “He was present. He is constantly present. Would you dare to describe him as dangerous?
Robert, her son, came forward. “Look at him, Mom. The ink. The vest worn by gang members. He’s clearly taking advantage of you. Michael said nothing. did not stand up for himself. He simply lowered his head and stood there.
Dorothy approached Michael. took his hand. When I was freezing on a bench, this man helped me up four flights of stairs. When I am unable to bathe myself, he does it for me. I get my nourishment from him. Speak to me. makes me chuckle. Now she was crying. He handles me as like I’m important. How recently have any of you given me a sense of importance?
There was silence in the room. Sarah made another attempt. We’re going to ask the court to determine your competency, Mom. for your personal security.
Dorothy said, “Do it.” Let Michael be introduced to a judge. Show them what you are obviously unable to do. that instead of the parade of strangers you’ve been paying to keep me in storage until I die, I selected someone who genuinely cares about me.
Her kids went out. threatened to take legal action. informed Dorothy that she was erring. Michael sat down on the couch after waiting until they had left. His head was in his hands.
I don’t want to make trouble for your family, Miss Dorothy. Perhaps I should take a back seat. Dorothy walked slowly toward him. She touched his shoulder with her little hand. “I may have two years left, Michael. Less, perhaps. I’ve been cooped up in this apartment, treated like a burden, and lonely for the past ten years.
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