I believed that hiring a young caregiver for my 82-year-old mother would finally bring some relief to a chapter of life that had grown heavier than I ever expected.

I believed that hiring a young caregiver for my 82-year-old mother would finally bring some relief to a chapter of life that had grown heavier than I ever expected. I’m 58, a high school English teacher, married for many years, with grown children and a quiet home that was supposed to feel peaceful. Instead,

my days revolved around medical appointments, pill organizers, and the constant ache of watching my once fiercely independent mother struggle after breaking her hip.

When Alyssa came into our lives, she felt like an answer to prayer. She was attentive, gentle, organized, and deeply respectful.