
No One Visits Old Woman in Nursing Home Until Relatives Learn She Inherited $2.3m Fortune
I sat in my wheelchair, staring out the window at the little garden outside the nursing home. Another year had come and gone. Same gray walls, same quiet halls, same aching silence. My daughter, Natalie, and her husband, Roger, hadn’t called in months. Visits? Ha. I stopped hoping for those a long time ago. Six years ago, I turned 80, and everything started going downhill. My body got weaker. Simple things—brushing my hair, getting dressed—felt like climbing a mountain. I had always been full of life, but slowly, I felt