Lost and found in translation by Anthea Pretorius

My caregiver, Grace, settles in me in my wheelchair. She helped me wash my hair, styled it beautifully and then helped me dress. With efficient hands she makes sure the band around my waist, holding me in place is not too tight, that the urine bag is secure and then she tucks the cream blanket in around my hips and thin legs.

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