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Today I was visiting a client. She lives in a Senior facility. I was waiting in the lobby for the social worker to meet me. The smell of the place, disinfectant, and something else that reminded me of an institution. It brought back memories of the days when Mom and Dad would drop me off at KSB for two weeks and the dorm smelled the same way. It was really strange but I had a lump in my throat and I wanted to sit down and cry right there. The moment passed but still it shakes me up to think about this morning.