"I'm sorry Mama. I have to start your bath."

You leave the room, and head to the bathroom. You hear your Grandmother mumble to herself as you shut the door. In the bathroom, you start the water.

You pay the mortgage.

You cook and clean.

You are the caretaker, like you have always been and will continue to be.

Your Grandmother passed peacefully in bed. Your mother does not come to the funeral due to work. You sell the house, and live the rest of your days in peace.

THE END