Leaves

I can't believe it's already that time of year again: the time I start reporting  how my mom still has a keen eye for leaves and that she can still bend over and pick them up.

Not sure what happened to them later. Back at her room, the new roommate, V, needed help changing her shirt, so I obliged. My mom got on her bed and closed her eyes. V asked if I was there to see my daughter. I said, "No, my mom, but maybe she's napping now." V agreed matter of factly, saying, "She's a napper."