For a decade, she lived in a house where everyone knew her name, but almost no one seemed to see her as more than hired help.
To the family, she was the caregiver. The person who handled medication schedules, kept the room clean, helped through sleepless nights, and made sure an aging man was cared for when his children were busy elsewhere. She was treated politely enough, but always at a distance.
Her patient, Mr. Whitaker, was not an easy man. He was particular, impatient, and uncomfortable with needing help. In the beginning, he complained often and thanked her rarely. Even small tasks, like the way his tea was made or when his pillows were adjusted, could become a source of irritation.
Still, she stayed.