My Daughter's Wish

Summary

I was sixty-seven when diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. My children fell silent, their eyes red. No one suggested abandoning me.

Michael offered to provide money despite his busy work. Chloe said I could live with her—she could care for me while raising her daughter. I felt relieved. My years raising them alone hadn’t been wasted.

But the disease progressed quickly. Within three years, I lost most of my clarity, often forgetting what I was doing.

One sleepless night, I woke Chloe. She finally snapped, pulling me from bed. “Fine! Then no one sleeps!”