I was 18 years old when I fell in love. I was working as a dietary aide in an elderly home. She came up to my door holding a plastic cup full of a couple of beaded necklaces. She told me with the biggest smile on her face that she’s thinking of making a scarf with it. From that moment on I knew that I wanted to spend my time working with the elderly in anywaysany way I can. For the past 10 years of my life, I have been caring for the elderly. I have so much experience so much in doing this, from meeting family, spending holidays together with them, being there for them when they have no one, and, of course, being there when they pass. I wouldn’t change it for anything or any job no matter the pay. Now with me having to work in a different environment so unsettling, I don’t like it. I miss having a purpose, I miss seeing the same faces every day, I misshaving them holding my hand, I miss their kind words, I missand their amazing stories. They needed me just as much as I needed them. I guess I’m just feeling a little lost and out of place.