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Who are these kids?
His children?

Those children who never turned up while Mr. Meier
was living in the senior home?

I just knew Mr. Meier suffering from dementia.
I know about his profession.
i know that he had a very friendly face.
A fragile face.

His last days were horrible.
Hour after hour he was crying out loud.
His only word was : help.

But nobody could reach him anymore.
No reaction when I took his hands.
Here I am Mr. Meier.

No reaction when I started stroking his face.
He didn’t seem to hear me. He didn’t see me,
he didn’t feel me anymore.

He just went on crying for help.

Skinny fragile old Mr. Meier,
his desiccated old mouth crying out loud for help.