Mom was sitting in her usual seat when I entered the common room at her care facility. She was intently “playing” with a game matching shapes and colors—one of the first times I can recall that she was so engaged by an activity. She looked up at me when I said hello. “Is that me?” she asked, staring into my face. What? Mom and I do look alike, but for her to think that another individual shares her identity was very weird. How was I supposed to respond to that? “Ha ha ha,” I