Today I went to see my mother at Oak Park Senior Care, convinced she didn’t belong there. “I had no choice,” my sister said. “She almost burned the house down! And the police brought her home last week wearing nothing but a robe and slippers.” I was skeptical, so I booked a red-eye to Milwaukee. At the nursing home my mother started crying when she saw me. “I’m being held hostage,” she said. I called my sister and laid into her. Then mom stood up and shat on the carpet. I hung up the phone and got a nurse.