He Told Me to Choose Him or My Dementia-Stricken Father—So I Did

preparing for something important.

“What are you doing?” I asked, smiling despite myself.

He looked at me, eyes bright.

“I’m taking my girl out,” he said.

My throat tightened.

“Where?” I asked.

He thought hard.

“Somewhere,” he said proudly. “Somewhere nice.”

So I took him.

We went to a small diner—nothing fancy, no brand name, just a place with cracked vinyl continue reading …