My mom has dementia and is supposed to be forgetting.
I don’t have dementia (well, supposed not to have) and am supposed to be remembering.
But the unexpected can still happen…
We go for breakfast, roti prata, and sit al fresco, under tall trees. Umbrellas at the table protect us from the sun and falling leaves and birds. I like sitting outdoors for a leisurely breakfast.
We sit and order our breakfast. Mom looks around. She looks upwards, and gives a delighted little smile. What is it? I ask her.
The umbrella, it’s Milo, she says. Yes, umm, so it is.
It’s new, she adds.
I look up. The umbrella does look new and cleaner than the others around. But for the life of me, I can’t recall if it was there before. We last ate there about 3 weeks ago.
After breakfast, I go up to the counter to pay. I ask the lady there, Are the Milo umbrellas new?
She was pleased someone noticed. Yes, they are brand new!