Oct 27, 2021
5 min read
I Was Only 12 When Dad Got Dementia
I’m 24, and he will never forget who I am. That, I’m certain of.
He came home from his job as a cook at the prison–it was an odd gig. His voice cracked as he admitted to my mom that he had been fired because he was smuggling cigarettes to inmates. A look of defeat and hopelessness hung over him.
