Evaline

So no matter how much I'd ask her to do something, she will refuse unless I pull out my super-disappointed pout face which I've so decently mastered.
This is how I got her into those pajamas she hates so much because everyone else loves them. Not because they're the most stylish silk black and white comfortable things to wear in the world, but only because everyone else loves them.

Evaline, next to Rita, is my most favorite.

I picked all of her scabby gross, dried bits of face off and gave her a good moisturizer for ten minutes since I was assigned to put her to bed. Everyone gives me a cringe when they assign me to help her with anything, but inside, I jump for joy because there's nothing more in the world that I love than dealing with the most 'crotchety old witch' [her own description, not mine].

Where did those nice flowers come from? I keep reminding her that her son gave them to her for X-mas, and yes- she thanked him. Eventually, she says, "Who gave those beautiful flowers to my sorry old ass? Oh, my son?" It only took me about 30+ tries before it finally registered in her brain. I was excited.

Something about "I don't give a Twinkler's Damn and DungFairy such as myself."

Also, I am a good friend. I think my son is married now, I think he was adopted. It's not about who you're related to, it's about who takes care of you- that's what family is, I say. She agrees with me and I give her a good backscratch.