Exchange

I just overheard this exchange between a father and son in the waiting room of a doctor’s office.

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Father: “Why are we here?”

Son: “To get help for your Alzheimer’s dad.”

Father: “What do you mean? What is she going to do to me?”

Son: “She’s going to help you.”

Father: “Are you going to go back there with me?”

Son: “I’m gonna sit here in this waiting room and wait for you.”

Father: “I’m scared. I want you to go, too.”

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One of the saddest parts of life, I think, is that role reversal between a parent and a child.

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