
Maria is dying. Then carer takes something out of his pocket and fulfills her last wish.
We all age, and eventually, we all face the end of our lives. It’s a part of the human experience. I’m not particularly scared of dying, I see it as something beautiful and natural. But what truly terrifies me is the idea of growing old and becoming unable to care for myself. The thought of needing help for every little thing—being unable to go to the bathroom by yourself or forgetting the names of your own children—that’s not living. That’s a nightmare. Maria was spending her last days in a