A 91-year-old woman from a nursing home wrote a letter. She said:
"I have a small room that's only about 14 square meters. I have five children, eleven grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren. But I don’t own a house or anything valuable anymore. What I do have is someone who takes my weight, checks my blood pressure, makes my meals, and cleans my room.
My grandkids don't laugh like they used to. I can no longer watch them grow, cuddle with them, or hear them argue. Some of them visit me only once a month, and some only come every few months. I’m in so much pain now that I can’t work anymore. I’m not the baker or cook I used to be. I can’t grow flowers like I used to, and I love reading, but my eyes are giving me trouble.
I don’t know how much longer I have left, but being alone is hard for me. I used to help others at home and took care of group projects. I used to sing to a woman in the room next to mine, but she passed away recently.
When I’m alone, I look at family photos and remember the good times from home. That’s really all I have. My hope is that future generations understand that families are meant to last a lifetime, and they should never forget their family, even as they grow older.
Please don’t show my kids this. 👵🏻❤️ Grandma loves you."
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