An eight-year-old girl sleeps alone, but every morning she complains that her bed feels “too small.” When her mother checks the security camera at 2 a.m., she breaks down in silent tears…

— Once she got lost and cried in a park until midnight.
— Once, while eating, she suddenly looked up and asked:
“Who are you?”
— Sometimes she called me by the name of her late husband’s wife.

We took her to the doctor.

The doctor said gently:

“Early-stage Alzheimer’s.”

But we never imagined she would wander the house at night.

And we never imagined that…

She would end up in her granddaughter’s bed.

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