I thought my adopted daughter was taking me to a nursing home

I thought my adopted daughter was taking me to a nursing home, but when I saw exactly where we were going, I was shocked.

When my husband passed away too soon, his little daughter was only five years old.

I thought my adopted daughter was taking me to a nursing home, but when I saw where we were going, I was shocked.

From then on, all of her care fell onto my shoulders. I raised her as if she were my own: feeding her, treating her, helping her with her studies, spending sleepless nights by her crib. Later, I helped her get into college, supporting her financially and morally.

My adopted daughter is now thirty. She’s been there for me all these years, but lately I’ve noticed she’s become distant and cold. I worried that maybe she’s tired of caring for me and that it’s hard for her.

One evening she came home and said:

— Pack your things. Only the bare essentials to start with.

I was confused:

— Where are we going?