The other week at the resthome, I escorted one resident in a wheelchair up to an upper floor to go visit a friend of hers, and when we were coming back, she pointed out the resthome logo, a design of intertwined initials from the resthome's name.
"That's me," she was like, and then she stated her name.
And, I had never noticed it before, but her first and last initial was the same as those from the name of the resthome.
Now I can't put on my work uniform without seeing the logo and thinking of her.
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