Originally posted on where'smyT-backandotherstories:
A lady whose daughters had been students of mine many years back called me up to set an appointment for her aging mother. They belonged to upper middle class half-American, half Filipino families who used to live in an upscale subdivision before they all migrated to Canada in 2005 or thereabouts.
She complained that her mother of late, in her eighties, had been forgetful. She would forget to close the faucet, turn out the shower and switch off the light. She also had forgotten how to operate their microwave oven which she was used to doing.
As the daughter was a busy businesswoman and civic worker, she set the appointment for the following month as whatever odd behavior her Mom had been showing were, in her words – all tolerable. Besides, she was in the middle of preparing for a European tour for her and her husband.
Two weeks before…
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