As her health slowly declined, her children arranged for professional caregivers through an agency.
On paper, it was the perfect solution.
The caregivers were trained.
Certified.
Efficient.
They came on schedule.
They checked her medications.
Prepared meals.
Helped her bathe.
Logged everything neatly in daily reports.
From a medical perspective, Dorothy’s needs were met.
But emotionally, something was missing.
The caregivers were polite, but distant. Conversations rarely lasted more than a few minutes before they moved on to the next task.
Dorothy began to feel like another entry on a checklist.
The Unexpected Friendship
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