Hospital Visit

We went to visit my five year old grandson at the Children’s Hospital. He had an asthma attack and was in the intensive care unit over night. He was moved from the intensive care unit to a regular room. We visited with him all afternoon. When it was time to go home, we got to the elevator. I tried to get mom into the elevator and she refused to go.
“Let’s go mom”, I said while my son was holding the elevator door.
She asked, “Where”?
“Home”, I said.
To which she answered, “No, this is my home. I want to stay here. I don’t want to go.”
“Mom this is not your home. You came here to visit Justin in the hospital.” I replied.
“No! What‘s happening"? she asked looking mean and confused. "I don’t want to go”!
I knew that face. Josemeana was back.
I let the elevator go, and told my son to wait for us down stairs. I took a moment to collect myself. She was staring right through me with that mean face.
I tried to take her hand. She pulled away.
“It is time to go.” I said firmly. “Come with me.”
“But I don’t understand, what’s happening, I live here.” She whined.
I was confused myself. She was fine all day. Then it dawned on me. She must have had a flashback to when I visited her in the nursing home. I would always say goodbye to her at the elevator.
I tried again. “Mom, come with me”.
“But I want to go to bed I’m tired.” She whined
“Then come with me”, I said, “You can sleep at my house. I have a nice bed for you.”
“Ok”, she said still looking confused but not as mean. I took her hand.
“Ok”, I said while I thought to myself’, “Hurry up elevator before she changes her mind.”
We made it to the car and home without any other incident.
Josephina was happy to be home.