One of the residents there was particularly energetic and bright. This old lady was lean and petite. My girlfriend told me she was a neurologist, but the sad thing was she had Alzheimer. I remember, right after she told me this, I was thinking "How could that be? Just look at her. She moves around and about just like everyone else." By saying "everyone else," I meant people in general. And her smile. She always smiled. I never once saw her without that big smile of hers.
One day my girlfriend called and asked me to pick her up at her father's place. I got there, but I couldn't find her at the lobby as she'd told me on the phone, so I walked inside and tried to find her.
"I'm looking for ..." I gave her the description of my girlfriend, and told her I was supposed to meet her at the lobby.
"I know where she is. I'll show you. Just follow me," and off she went with a risk walk. "Make sure you can keep up!" she said to me.
So she led me to the dining room, and I saw my girlfriend there. I thanked the lady, and she walked away with a big I'm-glad-I'm-of-help smile.
My girlfriend was helping her father get settled in the dining room, so she asked me to wait for her. On my way back to the lobby, I ran into that same lady with her big smile again.
“Are you looking for someone?”
