Sitting in her chair trying to pull her socks off, she cries 'Mum, Mum Mum, Mum - where are you? MUM!'
She is a grandmother, who knows not her own children. She only wants the comfort of her mother. She is lost and confused and angry and scared. A child in a wizened, elderly form. It is heart breaking.
Her 'house mate' my father, however, is silent.
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