Since May, my 90-year-old mother has been living in a very nice nursing home.
During a recent visit, she said she has a new girlfriend but doesn’t know her name. She pointed to her and I went to have a chat with her. Introduced myself and indeed she agreed to get on well with my mother. When I asked her what her name was, the lady said: “Child, I don’t know, after all, I don’t live here for nothing.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of September 7, 2022