Taylor parked up outside her Grandma’s home and sat in the car for several minutes, preparing herself for the next hour or so.
Walking through the doors she was welcomed by the staff and signed the visitor’s book. She took a deep breath, the scent was overpowering, that smell that makes forgetting where your loved one is impossible, and then she headed to her Grandma’s room.
She knocked on the door and waited. It opened and her Grandma smiled, “how can I help you, dear?” she questioned.
“Sorry, wrong room,” Taylor said, biting back tears as she saw no recognition her her Grandma’s eyes.