Today we drove into town and just walked around the square. The walk through the stores seemed to do dad some good. After coming back home dad help me fix the afternoon meal. I think he liked working in the kitchen again, he use to enjoy cooking.
Later though dad was back to his same odd behavior. A friend of mine came over for a visit and dad treated him like he had the plague, it was if he posed a treat of some kind. Any way dad acted relived when he left. Now I feel like I can not have anyone over with out causing a problem. I miss my family; I wish I could go home. But this is more important and I promised Mom.
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