Every Morning, My Eight-Year-Old Said Her Bed Felt “Too Small.” When I Checked the Camera One Night, I Finally Understood Why.

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She would forget where she was. She once became lost on a familiar street and was found hours later, frightened and confused. Occasionally, she called me by the wrong name. Once, she looked at Daniel and asked who he was.

Doctors spoke gently about memory decline. About confusion that might come and go. We adjusted where we could. We never continue reading …