The next day, I met him.
The man standing on her front porch looked nothing like the caregiver I had imagined.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with tattoos covering his arms, neck, and scalp. A thick beard framed his face, and a leather vest hinted at years spent riding motorcycles.
My first reaction was concern.
Could this really be the person helping my elderly mother?
Despite my reservations, Jack greeted me politely and treated my mother with obvious respect.
Still, I couldn't understand why she had chosen him.
7
More Than Meets the Eye
Over the following weeks, I began noticing something unusual.
Whenever I visited, my mother seemed happier.
The house was cleaner.