One day, I revisited a Home for the Aged. I went there every week, doing it for almost 5 months. When I saw one old lady whom I fondly call Lola, I ran straight after her since she might tampo (closest meaning is sulk) that I ignored her since attention matters for elders here because they regard us as their grandchildren (talking about transference).
“Good morning, Lola! Kamusta na? (How are you?)”
“Okay lang. Anong pangalan mo? (I’m okay. What’s your name?)”
*facepalm*
Br. Allen 
It’s obvious she’s got a good case of Alzheimer’s.
Actually, she remembers me but she just cannot recall my name at that moment. If she forgot me, I have to reintroduce myself again. She’s my adapted grandmother last February. I wonder what will happen if I see her again this November.