Ok wheres my bra and how did I get all of these girdles in my drawer?

When a person has dementia, they sometimes lose their boundries with people. As is the case with Dot. She loves to come into my room when I am gone and look around. Once she took a print off the wall and put it in her family room. Lots of time she moves things around. Keeps me on my toes! Or she will lose something of mine and it might show up days later. As it often times with my bra. Yes my bra. Where does it go? Why does Dot take it? We will never know. And how did I end up with her girdles? Black, white and cream. Yes Dot used to wear girdles every day. My dad comes into my room often because he thinks I am taking his sleeping pills. I am not but he feels he must go through my medicine drawer. Or he thinks I have left a light on. Drives him crazy. If I get something from the thrift store, and Dot sees it and likes it, its officially hers. Oh well I guess I didn't need that after all. So there you go....later
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