It’s 30 degrees. She’s cold.
It’s 30 degrees Celsius. She’s yelling.
Make them turn the heat on!
I can’t. It’s too warm.
I’m sorry, can I get you a blanket?
You don’t care if I freeze to death.
I’m sorry. I can’t make them.
The bitter cold of the mother
The thinning patience of the daughter
She’s freezing cold
I’m boiling hot
The thinning mind of the mother
The bitter heartbreak of the daughter
Each day is the same
But every day is worse.
I can’t help her
No one can help me
It’s 30 degrees
It’s cold, Dementia
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