My 81-Year-Old Mother Hired a Heavily Tattooed Biker as Her Caregiver – When I Found Out Why, My Knees Gave Out Right There

Margaret. And she didn’t want to lose you while trying.”

Every wall I had built inside myself collapsed at once.

Later, I opened the notebook and found pages of questions Louis had saved for her.

What songs did she sing when she was young?

Did she love the sea?

What color were her mother’s eyes?

What had he looked like in the few minutes she held him?

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