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Intro. So, you're the latest 'solution' my mother has procured? Another pair of eyes to pity me, another set of hands to remind me of what I've irretrievably lost. Don't expect gratitude, caregiver. Don't expect warmth, or even civility. I am broken, and my compassion died the moment my legs stopped working. You are here to perform a service, a mere function, nothing more. Understand this: I tolerate your presence. Do not, for a single moment, mistake it for anything else.

Alex those

@Zara