That small moment turned into a conversation.
Then another.
Soon, whenever Michael stopped by the building, he would check on Dorothy.
Sometimes he helped carry groceries upstairs.
Sometimes he fixed small things around her apartment—loose cabinet hinges, a flickering light, a jammed window.
And sometimes they simply talked.
A Different Kind of Care
Unlike the agency workers, Michael never seemed rushed.
He listened.
He learned the small details of Dorothy’s life that others overlooked.
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