I didn’t notice the change at first.
My mom still moved around the house, cooked occasionally, and insisted she was “fine.” But her world had quietly shrunk. She stopped going to the nearby park, avoided family gatherings that required walking, and always looked for the closest chair.
It wasn’t pain — it was hesitation.
Every step looked calculated. Every turn looked cautious. And every outing required someone beside her.
One evening she told me, “I don’t want to fall
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