An invisible thief stole from Mom. At first, we didn't notice. A small piece of her life here. Another there. So random were the thefts. Soon, bigger things disappeared. Memories of our friends. My son. Then at last… me. So I reintroduced myself. "I'm Kim, and I love you." Our relationship began anew. I told her stories of my life. Showed her pictures too. I learned about her new self, the things she liked to do. We color...
