My aunt’s 94-year-old mother-in-law still lives independently but touches a bit forgetful. She calls my aunt to tell that she has lost her phone. Whatever my aunt tries to explain, namely that she keeps him in her hand because she’s calling, doesn’t help: she really can’t find him. In the end my aunt cycles towards her. Incoming, mother -in -law is shining in the shining: “I found him again! After I called you I saw him lying on my table next to the chair!”
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