Today I got at quarter past six.
Yesterday my mother left the hospital and entered into the geriatric health services facility. We moved there by taxi. First she was excited which interesting place she would go. However, when she looked fields out of the window, she made a lot of noise. She told us she’d like to go back to the office and go to bed. When we took her to the facility, she asked us if we stayed there together. We replied “no” and left there.
I felt a pang of guilt that we took her there. But she can’t take care of herself any more. We can’t take care of her all day. 
