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Every Sunday evening, our family visits a lady from church in the nursing home. She just turned 93 a few weeks ago. This past week, she got moved to a new room. When we went to see her last night, she was already asleep. So we waited until this morning to go by to see her.

She told us she was unhappy with her room move. At least she did still get a bed by a window. As they put her new room mate in bed for a late morning nap, our spry young friend told us that they put her in a room with an elderly woman!