Personal Narrative-Inospitable Hospice

Inhospitable Hospice
I remember a couple of months ago my aunt, who suffers from schizophrenia, had to be admitted to a hospital to get her medical needs sorted out. She was lonely while she was there so my dad and I went to visit her. When we walked in the facility there, the secretary ignored us so we had to wander around until we found where my aunt was. We brought her a present with snacks and activities to keep her busy but we had to be careful because a lot of things were not allowed there. While walking through the doors to get in the ward a man said hi to me and of course i willingly said hi back with a smile. The man seemed giddy as he waved at me and brought a smile to my face and walked through the halls talking to everyone and waving to them, he seemed to have autism, I wondered why he was there. My dad and I checked in and went into the area she was in, which they called a “social” area. The room didn’t seem very social though, ironically, the people in there barely spoke or even
Apparently, it was rated the best in California, which was hard to believe. I kind of wished these people had a nicer place to stay. While in the room there were people there that looked like they had been there for years and had never been visited in the ward. Most of the patients seemed very lonely and their minds had dissipated and only muttered gibberish, this made me rather sad. My aunt mentioned, “I want to go home”, with a nervous tone in her voice and added, “I hope I can come home for Thanksgiving”. With Thanksgiving and Christmas right around the corner it made her feel sad and anxious, The Hallmark Christmas specials didn’t make it any better. My dad and me tried to keep her company and stayed there for about 2 hours just talking to my aunt and trying to take her mind off the miserable place. She was asking me questions about my life, like how school was, but I was more concerned about