It’s an unusual night at the Rothcop mansion, emotions are running high as mother Margaret movingly pours out her heart. “That’s not true mother Margaret, I will always need you,” Alex fights back his tears. I can imagine how difficult this moment is for him. I, the doctor and the paramedics quietly listen to the ongoing touching conversation and our eyes flicker between the two of them. “You need me or what…what is it that I can give you Alexander?” She thoughtfully questioned and Alex failed to respond. “My body weakened a long time ago, I could barely sit or stand up on my own. I love cooking but I no longer have the strength to do so or any other things that I love doing. I hate feeling useless, dependent and incapable of a lot,” the old woman dolefully continues.
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