Oh God, does anyone even remember this legendary lady? Well the actress is now 98 and she still looks yes u read it right NINETY-EIGHT. How do some people keep up like this? Really try not to smile when you see her today. She is now rarely seen, so this is your chance. Pictures and the full story are in the comments

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WE ADOPTED A 3-YEAR-OLD BOY — WHEN MY HUSBAND WENT TO BATHE HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME, HE SHOUTED, “WE MUST RETURN HIM!” I’ve been married to my husband for 10 years, and after struggling to have a child, we decided to adopt. My husband, a busy businessman, didn’t have the time to focus on the process, so I took it upon myself to call agencies, submit paperwork, and review lists of children in need of homes. We initially planned to adopt an infant, but the demand was high. Then I found a photo of a 3-year-old boy whose mother had abandoned him. The boy’s big blue eyes captured my heart. When I showed the photo to my husband, he liked Sam too. We talked it over and felt ready for this commitment. So, we completed the paperwork and a month later, we brought Sam home. I was overjoyed! My husband even offered to bathe him for the first time to build a connection, and I felt so relieved that he was excited about becoming a dad. But just a minute after they entered the bathroom, my husband ran out and shouted, “WE MUST RETURN HIM!”⬇Story continues in the comments

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MY AUTISTIC BROTHER NEVER SPOKE—BUT THEN HE DID SOMETHING THAT LEFT ME IN TEARS I’d only been in the shower for ten minutes. The baby had just gone down, and I figured I had enough time to wash my hair before the next meltdown. My husband was out grabbing groceries, and my brother, Keane, was in the living room—same spot as always, headphones on, silently playing his matching puzzle app like he does every afternoon. Keane doesn’t talk much. Hasn’t since we were kids. He’s gentle, predictable, sweet in his own quiet way. He lives with us now. When we offered, he just nodded. I wasn’t sure how it’d work out, honestly—but we’ve made it work. Anyway, mid-shampoo, I heard the baby cry. That sharp, fussy wail—the one that means I’m not okay. My stomach dropped. I rushed to rinse, heart pounding, soap still in my ears. But then… silence. Total silence. I threw on a towel and raced into the hallway, half-expecting chaos. Instead, I froze. Keane was sitting in the armchair—my armchair—with the baby curled on his chest like a sleepy little loaf of bread. One arm held the baby close, the other gently stroking his back in a soft rhythm, just like I do. And sprawled across Keane’s lap, purring like she owned the place, was our cat, Mango. The three of them looked like they’d done this a hundred times. The baby was out cold. Not a single tear left. Keane didn’t look at me. He didn’t need to. And I swear, I forgot how to breathe. Then Keane whispered something, for the first time in a while — (continue reading in the first cᴑmment)

My autistic brother never spoke—but then he did something that brought me to tears. When my brother Keane was diagnosed with autism at age four, I was…

MY AUTISTIC BROTHER NEVER SPOKE—BUT THEN HE DID SOMETHING THAT LEFT ME IN TEARS I’d only been in the shower for ten minutes. The baby had just gone down, and I figured I had enough time to wash my hair before the next meltdown. My husband was out grabbing groceries, and my brother, Keane, was in the living room—same spot as always, headphones on, silently playing his matching puzzle app like he does every afternoon. Keane doesn’t talk much. Hasn’t since we were kids. He’s gentle, predictable, sweet in his own quiet way. He lives with us now. When we offered, he just nodded. I wasn’t sure how it’d work out, honestly—but we’ve made it work. Anyway, mid-shampoo, I heard the baby cry. That sharp, fussy wail—the one that means I’m not okay. My stomach dropped. I rushed to rinse, heart pounding, soap still in my ears. But then… silence. Total silence. I threw on a towel and raced into the hallway, half-expecting chaos. Instead, I froze. Keane was sitting in the armchair—my armchair—with the baby curled on his chest like a sleepy little loaf of bread. One arm held the baby close, the other gently stroking his back in a soft rhythm, just like I do. And sprawled across Keane’s lap, purring like she owned the place, was our cat, Mango. The three of them looked like they’d done this a hundred times. The baby was out cold. Not a single tear left. Keane didn’t look at me. He didn’t need to. And I swear, I forgot how to breathe. Then Keane whispered something, for the first time in a while — (continue reading in the first cᴑmment)

My autistic brother never spoke—but then he did something that brought me to tears. When my brother Keane was diagnosed with autism at age four, I was…