ALZHEIMER’S CURSE

Sitting on these plastic chair, with a girl pouring warm water on me. There’s something of her smile that made me at ease even if I don’t know her. Her touch on my head, the caresses as she lathered my hair with poo, the firmness as she cleanse my body with soap. She keeps on talking about how we do this everyday. She keeps on talking about how cheerful this girl named ‘Naomi’. Naomi, Naomi, Naomi, the name seems so utterly familiar. She dressed me. I feel fresh and clean. I want to appreciate her, but through these amyloid it seems totally difficult. I want to repay her sweet sweet smile, her kindness of bathing me, her patience and effort. As she combed my hair, I felt like a little girl. There’s no feeling like having ones hair brushed, my momma once send. Through all this amyloid, these frozen neurons, these crystallized protein adhesively attached to my brain cells, I manage to give my straight lips a little upward curve. “You’re welcome, Naomi”, she said. Oh I am Naomi, so silly of me, to even forget my own name. I even forgot my own name. “Ok Naomi, let’s get you back to the activity area” a voice said. A particular Naomi is going back to an activity area. Who is Naomi?.