Late at night, Ma Schmidt asked for a glass of water. I gave her a cup. She held it near her face, but seemingly could not figure out how to drink from it. So I pushed it up to her lips and then tipped the cup until the water flowed into her mouth. I stopped, waited for her to swallow, and then did it again. Then I set the cup on a side table, while Ma went back to sleep.
This pattern repeated more and more as time went on, though it never became permanent. Even a week later, she was sometimes able to drink on her own. But less and less.
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