Lauren had launched a fundraiser, claiming she’d rescued Mom from neglect. I was erased — the daughter who had been there through it all. I couldn’t let that lie define our story.
I gathered everything: visitor logs, care notes, photos, even a voicemail from Mom saying, “Thank you for always being here, honey.” I found a lawyer, and we took it to court.
Lauren wept in front of the judge, claiming she saved Mom. But the evidence told another story. The judge listened to the voicemail — and everyone in the room went silent. “You’re the only one who visits, honey. Love you.” That message changed everything. I was granted emergency guardianship.
Later that day, I brought Mom home to her nursing room. I hung her robin calendar, gave her lemon muffins, and held her hand. She looked at me, eyes a little foggy, and whispered, “You came.” She may not remember every detail — but I’ll never forget.
And I’ll always show up. Every time.