*Vivienne*
The cab pulled into the parking lot of the New Hope Memory Care Facility, a warm and welcoming, sprawling building surrounded by colorful gardens and winding paths that led to different wings.
My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions.
“Ma'am,” the middle aged driver called, yanking my attention away from the window and to him. “We are here.”
“Oh.” I blinked, suddenly realizing I was still seated in the back seat. “So sorry about that. Here.” I passed a few dollar bills to him and got off.
I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what is to come and then began walking towards the building.
As I walked into the lobby, Rachel, the friendly receptionist, beamed at me. “Hi, Vivi. How are you doing?”
I managed a small sm
