Hilda walked in the front entrance like a woman on a mission. She hadn’t visited with her mother in a few days because of her already busy schedule, so she was going to make sure she got some time in this morning. She put her bag in her office and hung her jacket. Gert was probably making her final rounds before ending her shift. She went to the kitchen to pick up her coffee and her mother’s juice. She walked the stairs to the second floor and went to her room. As usual, the door was open. Her mother was sitting near the window. “Good morning, mother.” Hilda said and she sat across from her in the other seat. “Hilda, my dear. It’s good to see you.” Her mother responded as she patted her daughter’s hand. She looked tired. Hilda handed her mother the bagel and cream. Set her juice in front o
