A visit with Mom

I arrived today just at the end of the afternoon exercise session. Mom was in the front row and participated with enthusiasm. I went to sit in the chair next to her and intended to do the rest of the exercises with her. Instead, as I approached, she said, “Who are you?”

“Mom, it’s me.”

“I’ve never seen you before. Who are you again?”

I looked at the staff members who were nearby and aware of what had just happened. They gave me blank looks. Had there been a sudden decline in her memory? Oh no. I looked at Mom again and she had the biggest smile and started laughing. It was a joke. Her sense of humor is still intact.
And then it was off to get her hair washed.

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