At the age of 60, after the death of a man, when our adult children were busy with my life, I sold our spacious home, feeling that my space and keeping me could not. I moved to a modest apartment and, without the right of the driver, sold a man’s car. On the proceeds from the sale of money, I have been piid to fulfill the dream of my life – travel. I started with the surrounding European countries, enjoying local culture and cuisine. As the funds were exhausted, I was working on restaurants and markets to support my thirst for traveling. After years by examining the greater

Part of Europe, I returned home, crowded with emotions and stories about my adventures. In honor of my return, I organized a family meeting. My daughter had her children, and my son’s wife was waiting for a baby. However, among joyful stories, I felt inconvenience in their behavior. My relatives reported their collective decision to transfer me to the house for the elderly. This discovery was a blow to me. I felt betrayed. I overcame life’s troubles, traveled, worked,

But they considered me incapable of independence, they explained it by the fact that in the circle of peers I would find communication. But my heart sought freedom, not imprisonment. I heard that children were making such a choice in favor of inclined parents, but I never imagined that I would face it personally. Although I understand their anxiety, I feel that I have a thirst for life. Now I reflect on their decision and look for clarity in what to do next.