going to the daycare

Taking Marie to the adult daycare was tough. We had to be there by 7:00 am, so we needed to get up pretty early. It definitely brought back memories of getting the kids to school. But when the person going to daycare was an adult, and they didn't want to go, it was even worse. The first time I took her was emotional. When we got there, they took Marie's coat and had me take her into the room with the other early morning arrivals. We sat down together in front of the television and I stayed for a few minutes. When I told Marie that I had to go she became upset and didn't want to stay. She wanted to go home. One of the nuns told me to leave and not to worry. She said Marie would be okay. That's what I did, but I felt awful.