Fake bus
stop
The woman was sitting at the bus stop.
She had been more than an hour and a half without moving from the site until, in the centre, they realized that she
was not there and went looking for her.
The bus stop was the first place they went
to locate her, as part of the protocol before the disappearance of any
grandfather or grandmother. While a couple of employees look at the services
and other spaces of the building, another caregiver looks for the gardens.
This old folks´ home already has a
long experience in dealing with the people who live there and act quickly —although
in this case the disappearance will last longer than expected— when looking for
the person who is lost.
My lady's sister had dressed (shirt badly
buttoned) and had left with one shoe on one foot and one slipper on the other. A few months ago she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. She said she was going to her house, that her mother was going to scold her for
being late and that the bus was broken.
The bus never arrives and it will never
come at that stop because that stop is placed there, with permission from the
town hall, by the management of the residence for the elderly.
It is a fake bus stop.
Y. a.
Mary
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