Partway through my visit, Mom is taken away by her aides to be toileted.
"Come with me, let's go for a walk." they discretely say.
The process of periodically guiding residents (who need reminding) to the toilet results in fewer accidents and fewer messes.
After a few minutes I go to meet Mom at the door to her bedroom, to walk with her back to the lounge.
"Look who's here to see you." the aide says.
"Oh Ruth, Ruth!" Mom cheeps.
The aide gives me a quizzical look and whispers "Ruth?"
I whisper back, "Ruth is one of her favorite aunts."
"No, Mom's aunt.
"Do you look like her?" the aide asks. I've never really thought about it. If I look anything like my Mother, then I guess I might look like my great aunt: light brown hair, plump, middle age women.
If I'm going to be anyone else today, I'm glad she thinks I'm someone special.
I'll take it.