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The thought of being  separated  from my Alzheimer's stricken mother when she needed me most  [MASK]  me .Dad died when I was a teenager ,Mom and I had  braved  many hard times together .Mom taught me to laugh my way through bad experiences and sing through  tough  days .But in recent years , except for extremely  rare  moments of consciousness , she'd become lost in her own private world .I knew that Mom needed  professional  nursing and medical care ,yet the possibility of a complete stranger coming to her at night ,when she would  wander  around like a sleepwalking child ,filled me with a feeling of  shame  .