Like so many African-American women of her generation, Lillie Mae Graham worked her whole life for others — cooking, cleaning and being a caregiver.
Now, at 81, when it should be her turn to get help, she sometimes wonders if anybody even cares if she’s alive.
“I wanted to go back home. I’ll be feeling down and I’ll cry sometimes,” said Graham, who lives in a tiny apartment in the Central Area.
