She Took Her Uncle to the ATM—But He Was Already Dead

Elira had been holding her world together with fragile thread.

For months, she cared for her ailing uncle Leka, the last remaining family she had. His tiny pension was all they lived on, barely enough to pay rent, buy medicine, and put food on the table. Still, she did everything with quiet love—feeding him, bathing him, pushing his wheelchair through narrow alleys for fresh air.

Then one morning, everything shattered.

Leka was gone.

She found him slumped in his wheelchair, his body still and cold. No warning. No goodbye. Just silence.

For a long time, Elira couldn’t move. Grief rushed through her like a wave. But then something else crept in behind it: panic.

A Desperate Decision

In a haze of fear and hunger, Elira made a choice that would change everything.

She dressed Leka gently, as if preparing him for another one of their quiet walks. She wrapped his scarf around his neck, adjusted his cap, and combed his thinning hair. Then she wheeled him out of their apartment—down the cracked sidewalks, past neighbors who nodded politely, unaware.