I bring my cane in case I trip and fall.
She wanted to know if I remembered Grandpa getting the water hose and letting us kids eat tomatoes fresh from the garden.
This is where my husband and I hung clothes.
Today I am my mother, for it’s easier to play along than to confuse her.
My husband made this fan; brought it home from the war.
Losing your mind is a terrible thing.
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