that.
Eventually, Fiona came to live with my husband and me.
And as the years passed, she became increasingly dependent on us.
Neighbors often whispered about the situation.
“Poor Mabel. She’s basically become a full-time caregiver instead of a daughter-in-law.”
Another neighbor once said,
“Just wait until the old woman passes. Then we’ll see how quickly the other children suddenly show up.”
I heard those comments.
I simply chose not to respond.
Because Fiona wasn’t merely my husband’s mother to me.
She was a woman who had spent nearly her
