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naturally to him.
The first year I worked for him as his private home care nurse, he barely spoke to me unless he had a complaint to share.
“The tea is too cold.”
“You are late.” I never was.
“Stop hovering.”
I learned quickly that his sharpness was not really meant for me. It was the voice of a proud man who hated needing help. Years of caregiving experience continue reading …
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