Edith is miserable in her new nursing home. But a kind stranger is determined to give her a new perspective
Edith drummed her fingernails on the wheelchair’s armrest. She glanced at her watch. It was nearly ten past eight. They were late serving breakfast again. What on earth were they playing at? At her previous nursing home breakfast was always served at half past seven, which was the way Edith liked it. At the new nursing home, though, they seemed to serve meals whenever they pleased, which frustrated Edith.
Breakfast wasn’t the only issue Edith had with the new nursing home she’d moved to. Everyone she met was annoyingly bubbly and cheerful. Not just the staff, but the residents too. Edith couldn’t understand what they had to be cheerful about. Didn’t they realise that you were only put in a nursing home when no one else wanted you? As for the person in charge, Edith hadn’t even met them. That was poor manners, in Edith’s opinion. She believed that whoever was running the home should have the courtesy to greet each new resident.
