My 81-year-old mother hired a biker covered in tattoos as a caregiver – When I found out why, my knees dropped

“Mom? »

She turned to me, and her smile wobbled slightly. “Margarette. You're coming home early. »

“Yes, that’s true. “I kept my eyes fixed on the unknown. “Can I speak to you in private? »

The man rested the spoon in the bowl, wiped a drop on his chin and stood up.

“I’ll be in the garden, Miss Margaret,” he said softly.

He passed by me. I waited to hear the back door closing before turning to my mother.

“Who is this? "I whistled. “Mom, where did you find him? Brenda cries with tears. She said you sent her back. »

“His name is Louis. »

“That’s not an answer. Mom, look at him. Tattoos, a vest. It seems like he’s coming straight out of a...”

“Margarette. »

“What if he stole from you? What if he hurt you? What were you thinking when you let a complete stranger in the house while I was at work? »

“He’s not a stranger to me. »

I stopped. “What does that mean? »

She did not answer. She turned her face to the window, to the garden, to him.

“Mom, please. Talk to me. Brenda has been with us for over ten years. You can't just kick her out and bring a found biker to the street. »

“He remains. His voice was suddenly of steel, of a force I hadn’t heard in years. “I want Louis to take care of me. Can you hear me, Margaret? Whatever happens. »

I opened my mouth. I closed it immediately.