Edna sat on the edge of the bed, positioned the bedside table for lunch, patted down her black-dyed hair and admired the view of the town through the window of her private room.
She couldn't remember why she was there, couldn't think of anything and couldn't understand why. Everything gets confused with memories of when she was a child. Her reality like waiting for a movie to disclose some meaning in a jumble of disconected talk and random movements.
"Hi Edna." The smiling young nurse arrived carrying a tray. She placed it on the table in front of the elderly women. "Smells good, sweety. Here, I'll open the milk carton for you."
"Oh thank you, dear." Suddenly, through paranoia and fear, Edna asks: "Who are you? Where is my mother? Are you my mother?"
"Yes," said with a sad smile through tears, the young woman answers.
She couldn't remember why she was there, couldn't think of anything and couldn't understand why. Everything gets confused with memories of when she was a child. Her reality like waiting for a movie to disclose some meaning in a jumble of disconected talk and random movements.
"Hi Edna." The smiling young nurse arrived carrying a tray. She placed it on the table in front of the elderly women. "Smells good, sweety. Here, I'll open the milk carton for you."
"Oh thank you, dear." Suddenly, through paranoia and fear, Edna asks: "Who are you? Where is my mother? Are you my mother?"
"Yes," said with a sad smile through tears, the young woman answers.
