Story 68
Where Are You Going
Perhaps my mother had finally lost her mind. Every time I went to pick her up, she would shout at me, and I was sent away each time. Her words were difficult to understand, so I couldnât make out exactly why she was angry. Each time, a caregiver would calm her down.
âWhy are you so agitated?â
âMy son⌠Heâs trying to take me away by force!â
âWhat are you saying? Your son passed away five years ago.â