 My mom was in a nursing home in Andalusia, Alabama. She just needed help. We couldn't get her. We didn't want her to go there, but she had to. And it was her and a black lady named Ms. Mims in the room. They had two-door rooms. Every day about 2 o'clock, Ms. Mims, that godly old black lady, she'd say, Ms. Sessions, are you awake? My mama'd say, yes, ma'am, I'm awake. She said, it's 2 o'clock.