The fragile thoughts in her mind began to fall apart as her mind slowly unraveled over time. She yearned for a time when her memory was as fresh as a daisy on summer’s eve but it was slowly declining.
She headed towards the door at the end of the hall, a seemingly winding stretch that extended from the lobby of the grand building to its very end. She froze as a sliver of music flowed from the violin room and for a moment, she had lost her train of thought. Where was she headed, she wondered. The vague image of a glass paned door appeared in her mind as she struggled to remember the destination to which she was headed. As she looked ahead and saw the door to which she was meant to go, she remembered. Although the door was similar to the rest of the many doors in the hall, one thing stood out clearly, a sign beside the door on a gold name plate in bold letters that read,….. “Dementia Patients”.
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