I have seen her. I don’t know her name. Her name is Monica. There are two Monica’s. She would be right. There is a lovely place there. I don’t know any place around here. How long has she been Monica? She came from the first one and probably comes from another country. We don’t want her here. It takes everybody to see. Monica comes from Italy. I wondered if she copied from my mother. She is feeling the back of her head. She is pleased where she is and she is enjoying what is going on around her. She is feeling happy, you can see what she is doing. She is pretty and is happy with what she wears. She is really feeling happy. The ladies dress up and the mother can find her as she is very nice. She can do everything. You may not hear anything. You may hear a band playing. They would be playing on what they decided on. They are all in a swimming pool, that would keep them quiet. She is dancing. I don’t see anybody. She can do what she likes. They all made a crowd together and they are all starting to make up their minds. Some are saying “what did you make us come here?” They are trying to get everybody with a name. She does washing and washes her house out. I don’t know if she is living or dead. Time is no problem regarding people, if they can’t make up their even minds. I will leave it there. You can’t do the impossible.
This story was created by Val, Felicia, Roma, Brenda, Monica at Carinya Dementia Unit on 30 August 2013.