I had stopped to say hello to a frizzle-haired woman with cherries-in-the-snow lipstick bleeding into the little crevices around her lips.
The orderly must have recognized my look of confusion.
“May I help you, miss? You look puzzled.”
“Mmmm… thank you, I’m just looking for my father. We came in together a moment ago, but he seems to have wandered off.”
We had just taken a short walk around the care facility. Dad had gotten a confused look on his face when the frizzle-haired woman had said hello to him in a deep and raspy voice.
I quickly walked to Dad’s room to find him sitting on his bed fumbling with a bottle of pills.
Our eyes met.
Mine widened when I saw the little, blue pill in my Fathers hand.
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