>>5080239If this is true I'd take her home and give her clothes. Then I'd enroll her in a private school so she could get a good education. Every night I'd help her with her homework and read some of a book to her.
When she's 18 she would go off to an ivy league university and become something great. She'd spend 4 years working on her bachelor's and then she'd move out with her boyfriend.
She'd have her ups and downs going through the motions of life. Eventually she'd have kids of her own and raise them in a 2 parent home with so much love and affection.
Every holiday she would bring the family to see grandpa and have dinner with me since my wife died years ago. We'd all exchange laughs and good times. She'd always tell the kids the story of how grandpa found her and saved her from her wretched life. How I raised her to be open minded and intelligent and how it propelled her to do better for herself. She'd choke up a little thinking about the horrible things she'd done before.
As I got into my winter years after her kids moved out themselves she'd come see me every week to sit and keep me company. She would have to help me get up and sometimes cook for me as my hands aren't as stable as they use to be from the ravages of time.
Slowly my mental state would deteriorate. I'd be unable to realize where I'm at sometimes and often wander around the neighborhood in a delusional state. It's at this time she realizes I need to be supervised. After weeks of searching for a suitable nursing home she decides to have me move in with her and her husband returning the favor I gave to her years ago.
A couple years after I move in she finds out I have lung cancer and have to go through chemotherapy. My already slender body has warped and turned from the chemo. My condition requires me to be on life support. Her last conversation a thank you for what I did to give her this life. With tears in her eyes she pulls the plug and kisses my forehead.
