A Mind Eating Disease

Fri, 06/28/2013 - 16:40 -- kogan_t

What day is it?
Today is Monday, Judy.
She asks 5 more times.
My husband is picking me up today.
I think to myself, he died 15 years ago.
My sons 12th birthday is tomorrow.
Her son is 45.
What are you doing?
I am helping you out of your wheelchair.
Why does my hip hurt?
You broke it 8 months ago.
How long have I lived here?
2 years, Judy.
I feel like I have asked you this before.
Yes you have Judy.
Why do you help me?
Because I want to, Judy.
What day is it?
Today is Monday, Judy.

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