Today I got up at quarter past six.
Yesterday I went to the geriatric health services facility to see my mother. She told she was going to the police office. She has got angry that her daughters entered her into the facility and blamed that we didn’t live with her to take care of her. Furthermore she reproached her husband repeatedly. Now she can’t take care of herself and someone has to take care of her all time. If she lived in my apartment, I had to quit my job. We would not be able to live on if I were out of work.
She stays in a dementia ward. Her roommates looked more comprehensive than her. She knew she couldn’t walk. But she didn’t know that she couldn’t stay at home alone. 
My Second Life 