I've been here a week now, and I'm ready to come home. I leave on Tuesday.
Alexander is not anxious to see me, as he is relishing in having the apartment to himself. He doesn't miss my telling him to do something or reminding him when he's not. I call him tonight via Facetime and he enjoys muting me, something I know he'd love to do to me in Realtime. He looks great; me...not so much. I spent three hours at the beach and my face is all puffy. In a few days it'll look fine, but right now I look like the Pillsbury doughboy in red.
Seeing my dad is nice, but it is also hard. Everyday is a new day with no equity spilling over from the day before. It's hard to know if he is making progress, though the last couple of days have been good ones.
My mom never complains, and wears a smile every time she sees my dad, regardless of his state of mind. It's hard to predict the future, and how mobile my dad will be when he comes home. It's a challenge my mom will soon be facing. We hope.
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