I told my mother to stay at home and I got her groceries and prescriptions. I brought her to my house for Thanksgiving that year. I was happy to fix dinner for her, and we had a good time together. Little did I know that was the beginning of a two-year nightmare.
Two days later, her neighbor called and told me he couldn’t get her to answer her phone. Her gate and front door had been open since 6 a.m., something very unusual for her.
I called her, and she answered. She said her friends had stopped by with their baby and she would have to call me back. Immediately, I knew something was wrong. We were in the middle of a lockdown. Nobody should be out visiting.