My name is Anna, and I am 79 years old. That day, I found myself alone in the hallway of a nursing home, with an old brown suitcase at my feet, as if I had become a package that nobody wanted anymore.
At 11:30 a.m., my son Marc and his wife Sophie came to pick me up from my home near Valladolid.
— Mom, we want to take you to lunch at a new restaurant. You will love it.
I trusted them. I put on my green jacket, took my bag, and followed them. Three hours later, my grandson Lucas, who worked in Madrid, received a phone call.
— Your grandmother listed you as her emergency contact. She is here, but your family left before the admission process was completed.
Lucas froze.
— What admission?
— They said they were going to get some documents from their car. They never came back.
Lucas immediately called his father, then Sophie. No one answered. He sent me several messages before leaving work and driving more than 200 kilometers to come and get me.
When he arrived, I was not crying.
— Grandma…
— Do not call them.
— What happened?
— Drive. I will tell you where to go.
During the journey, I told him everything. After my hip surgery, I had given Marc power of attorney to handle certain matters for me. Little by little, he had convinced me that I was no longer capable of managing my finances on my own.
— He withdrew the 55,000 euros? Lucas asked.
— Yes. He claims it was for my medical treatment.
Then I told him how Marc and Sophie had abandoned me at that nursing home after pretending they were taking me out to a restaurant.
I pulled a yellow envelope from my jacket. Inside was a copy of the deed to my house.
— I hid it last night after I saw Marc searching through my desk.
Lucas looked at me worriedly.
— Why was he looking for that document?
I took a deep breath.
— Because he wanted my house to no longer belong to me.
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When we arrived at the notary’s office, I handed him the yellow envelope. He examined the document in silence, then his expression became serious.
— Mrs. Anna, there is something you need to know. Your son has already tried to change some documents concerning your house.
Lucas was speechless.
— Did he really want to take her house?
The notary nodded.
— But he did not anticipate that your previous power of attorney had been revoked two weeks ago.
I looked at Lucas.
— I did it after I started becoming suspicious.
The notary then took out another file.
— And there is something else. The 55,000 euros withdrawn from your account were not used for your medical treatment. They were transferred to a personal account belonging to your son.
Lucas clenched his fists.
— We need to call the police.
— Yes, I replied calmly. But not only because of the money.
The notary then revealed that Marc had also signed a document stating that I was no longer capable of managing my own property.
That was when I understood why they had left me at that nursing home.
They wanted to make me appear to be an old woman who was no longer capable of making decisions for herself.
But they had made a mistake.
They had underestimated me.
And the next day, when Marc received the letter from the notary, he discovered that I had already legally and irrevocably transferred my house to Lucas.
