'who, Mom?'
"all the people I'm supposed to pick up."
She proceeded to tell me that my children had come here and told her that she needed to wait until it was time to pick them up. And she was stressed because she had been waiting so long and didn't know where they were. Then she introduced me to her friends again. "this is my daughter, Kimberly. Irene. Mahan."and seemed content that she remembered that. We went back and forth about whether she needed to call anyone to tell them that she wasn't coming, or whether she should go downstairs and wait where she can see the planes landing. Yesterday she asked me if we could go to the PX or something. I think she thought I was grandma at the time. The only disturbing thing tonight was finding my father's dentures in a cup of water in her bathroom. I vaguely remember seeing those when we moved her, but don't know for the life of me why we let her keep them. I haven't seen my fathers teeth in a cup of water in 24 years.
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