Yesterday was Roberta's birthday. For some time now she asks me - a few times a day - "Dina, how old am I?".
When I answer her without hesitation: "82", - she gets visibly shaken. I took to making a joke, like saying: "You are 27!" Her eyes light up with hope then, although, I can see, she suspects that I'm not telling her the truth: "Really? 27?!"
She became 83 yesterday. Roberta still asks me, how old she is. I don't think, her true age matters too much, but I raised the number with which I answer her to 57. This way she is the same age as I am!