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In downtown New York, the life of a girl with alzheimer's disease or the scientific name advanced dementia, she was a painter. She's been living in agony, and has had no passion for life since losing one of his loved ones.

She lives in her father's apartment with a view of brooklyn bridge on the left, and a flower garden on the right. Every day her best friend went to see her. They met at the same academy.

She stared at the ivy leaf that had begun to fall in the wind. With a blank stare, waiting for the last leaf to fall. The other two were noisy in the next room.

Her eyes were lazy, her cheeks were wet. The sound of a gust of wind scraping against the spring leaves is all.

Everything is so confusing. Same with her condition.

Sometimes she looks like she's smiling, and then she starts to cry. Sometimes it's as if he's talking to someone when there's no one in the room.

The world felt terribly scary when she screamed hysterically for fear, for whatever reason. Then a few minutes later she laughs loose. So on, over and over again every day.

What you're thinking is probably true. She lost herself