That was my mom's voice from behind me and she seemed angry, real angry. Now, read on in the caption for the rest of the story.. What are you doing in my house? That was my mom's voice from behind me and she seemed angry, real angry. I stood looking at her. Wasn't she getting stranger by the day? I was making her favourite kapi and here she was behaving strangely once again. I was holding the aromatic beverage in my hands and what she just said brought on a tight knot of fear in my stomach. She refused the coffee and repeated the question. This time fear began to consume me. The other morning she had darted out of the house and was brought home by a kind neighbour. The very next day she had entered the kitchen and was at a loss how to make coffee. Her favourite coffee? The very same morning I remember having chided her for being unable to count the currency change she took from the milkman. This was definitely not normal. 'What are you doing in my house?' her voice could be heard again and the anger was real. I knew she was afraid of burglars, in fact she would look suspiciously at anyone who stood at our door. I knew this was not normal. I sat her in the living room and managed to calm her down. Thankfully she soon returned to normalcy.
