It was very difficult to know why my mum kept doing the same thing at first and asking me to repeat the same thing over and over again. But I don’t mind now, I understand she forgets everything. I write it down on a piece of paper to remind her.
I follow her around the house and collect things she puts down; she won’t remember where she left them. Some days are hard and I cry but other days it’s like playing hide and seek with mum’s hand bag.
I love my mum very much and I know she loves me too.