An invisible thief stole from Mom.
At first, we didn't notice. A small piece of her life here. Another there. So random were the thefts.
Soon, bigger things disappeared. Memories of our friends. My son. Then at last… me.
So I reintroduced myself. "I'm Kim, and I love you."
Our relationship began anew. I told her stories of my life. Showed her pictures too.
I learned about her new self, the things she liked to do. We colored pictures and played with stuffed animals.
One day, she grabbed my hand and introduced me to her nurse. "This is my friend Kim."
My eyes clouded with happy tears. The thief inside her head couldn't steal the love she felt from me. No, that love was safe and sound.