When my grandmother was living with my parents after my grandfather's death, I lived in their garage apartment. Somewhere on the road to full Alzheimer's dementia, Grandmother forgot she had grandchildren. Hence, she believed that I was some poor homeless orphan that my mother, out of the kindness of her heart, had taken in, since I had no proper family.
Whenever I called her "Grandmother," she would smirk a little and get this look on her face like she was humoring me by answering to that.
Hair jokes and an uppity reporter.
15 hours ago