"Who are you?" -those were the hardest words to hear in my life. But I knew I would hear them eventually. I wonder if this is how she felt when she was in my position. I wonder if this is how my child will feel when it happens to them. There's no way to tell. Just the hope to pass down empathy in order to get through these hard times.

"Jenn." I say back. That's all she needs to know. If I tell her more she will get confused and scared. She'll worry. So I'm just Jenn. A volunteer most days to her. Some times I'm her visiting daughter but usually I'm that volunteer who helps her with the puzzles every week. We chat about the weather and annoying neighbors. We have good days even if she doesn't realize it. I hope to pass down empathy so maybe just maybe. We'll be happy.