Passing by a charming house in my walking routine, I was startled by a loud banging sound. It was too early for a construction work, so I thought. I got curious as to what caused the unfamiliar sound. Behind the wrought iron gate of that charming house was a woman looking at me. And she has a forlorn face.
I stopped to greet her. She motioned to me to come in. I was wondering why she could not open the gate. Then came the helper who explained to me that she is not allowed to open the gate. “She has Alzheimer’s Ate.” So, that explains it. She wanted to get out but was… continue reading..