She walked into her mother’s room and noted her mom was in bed. It was not even five and dinner hadn’t yet been served.
“Hey there, are you okay?”
Her mother looked at her in confusion, “who are you?”
“My name is Sienna. I came to visit you.”
“I had a friend named Sienna. She died.”
“I’ve heard about her. You’re in bed early today. Did you have dinner yet?”
“I don’t want it. I want to have a nap.”
“I see.” She pulled a chair closer to her and smiled softly. “Are you having a bad day?”
“I can’t remember.” Carla said furiously. “I can’t remember why I’m here. Why am I in the hospital? They won’t tell me. What happened to me?”
“Oh,” Sienna said softly remembering the first time this conversation came up and the way the nurses had responded. “You have a brain injury, Carla.” It killed
