Not real things, just my patience and the calm we had been experiencing.
Dad decided he'd be ill again today. Which means no-one can speak to him unless willing to operate him like a robot.
"So what have you been up to today?.... Dad? What have you been up to?....... Respond please."
"Dunno".
Mum cried.
I cried.
Deborah shut herself in her room with
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