The floors of the nursing home, shine like they are brand new. Another day were I find myself walking these long halls. Sometimes these halls seem like they are slowly caving in as I make my way to see my great grandmom. The smells suffuse through my nose, oh how all these nursing homes all smell the same. As the halls close on me, I turn into my Grandmom's room and oncec again that feeling of frustrastion has come back. She sits in the old rustic chair, and looks over at me with a concerned face. As the words poured out of her mouth, "Hi, who are you young lady?" theres that feeling that kills me inside that I cant seem to hide. The long days I've spent here everday and my great grandmom doesn't even know who I am. People always somehow forget who I am, mostly because I'm a quiet person. The side smile shows  on my face and the pain scrolled out of my mouth as I said, "Abby..."