Submitted by Linda Farmer

I never really understood Elder Abuse until I was traveling back home to see my parents. It was early in the morning and my eyes were getting heavy. A small diner sat beside the highway, so I decided to stop for coffee and to stretch my legs.

Upon entering, the diner’s lights were fairly dim. I saw an old man sitting alone, looking like he . . .

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