I DIDN’T WANT A CAREGIVER—I WANTED MY OLD LIFE BACK
I didn’t cry when they told me I’d never walk again. I just nodded, not wanting sympathy or pity. When the nurse offered part-time help, I refused, saying, “I’ve got it.” But I didn’t. The kitchen was a mess, baths were hard, and utensils kept falling. Then Saara arrived. She wasn’t what I expected—not overly…
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