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The kind-eyed dementia therapist smiled; she reassured me as I struggled to pass that assessment, to repeat those words:
“Hand…”
“park…” “nylon…”
“yellow…” “carrot…”
The first word echoed, the others floated away as I silently prayed that she would hold my hand, speak different words, and magically make everything better.
Mary Schreiner lives in Green Bay, Wisconsin. She enjoys pine forests and the way corn fields wither in fall.
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