It doesn't sit entirely right with you, leaving your mom hanging like that, but you're just not sure how not to help her with her dilemma of being unable to remember you without upsetting her more...and
she doesn't deserve that.
As you make your way down the stairs, you can smell the distinct aroma of Gertrude's pancakes, but you're just not hungry now.
You make your way on down to the front door. Perhaps a walk might help clear my head a little...