I Believed the Nurse, Not My Grandmother

Summary

Grandma told me the nurse was pinching her in the middle of the night, even tying her up in the bathroom.

Naturally, I didn't believe her.

She was eighty years old, and her dementia was worsening by the day. I figured she would spin any wild tale just to avoid staying in a nursing home.

Swallowing my frustration, I apologized to the nurse with a smile and even presented her with a custom engraved plaque of appreciation.

The next day, another purple bruise bloomed on Grandma's arm. Trembling from head to toe, she insisted it was the exact same person who did it.