Dora was trying to help her mother move. She gritted her teeth, trying not to argue with her mother. This was a major chore. Nothing she said or did was right. Even as an adult, she was always wrong. Her stress level was through the roof. Her mother wanted things done a certain way, but even when Dora followed her instructions to a tee, she wasn't happy. Finally, relief came. The stress finally became too much for her blood pressure to handle, and Dora fell to the floor dead, a major stroke blasting through her brain. Her mother just stared.