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ching, my back still feels sore as if I'm 40 years older. Why won't it ache, I do three jobs to mak

m it's 06:15, great I have less than an hour to go to work. Struggling to get out

budge, I tried to pushing past the door only to see bottles of different kinds of

on the thought I have to clean up

of him, w

tly shower and towel off before he

r while still wrapped in my towel, attempting t

her lame attempt to nickname me. A

too, please."

here, Miss Josie isn't impressed about what you did yesterday" I heav

phone onto the bed. I opted for the least bothersome outfit and headed to the kitche

ing only a box of used pancake mix, I just remembered I

t the box a

do I do it even when what he does all day is Listen to the radio on his favorite channel sit

lf. Everyone abandoned him, including my mom and relatives. It's not his fault, he didn't choose to have this condition. Despite

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if bringing my dad back to the man he

ing back to his recliner, tuning in to his radio. I c

on his stool as he tri

r or just a caretaker. Despite the lack of gratitude, I still smile, then head back to my room to d

as he finished his pancake. Slamming the door behind me, I