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Posted on November 14, 2025November 14, 2025 By Admin No Comments on

My hands shook as I tore open the envelope. Inside there were documents, letters, forms. The first sheet took my breath away. It was an application for admission to the St. Raphael Home, a residence for the elderly. My name was listed as the “patient.” The admission date was set for two days after Sarah’s graduation. The signature was Emily’s, as my “legal representative.”

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