“How I wish you forget me. At least then I’ll have a life to be called my OWN!”, the long ago said words came back to him. Never really did he thought that this wish of his could come true. On his knees he stood beside his mother’s bed in a hospital craving for her to say, “My son” just once. But all that came out of the old Alzheimer patient’s mouth was, “I don’t know you. You are mistaken young man.”.