I Bought My Father a $3.2M Property Before Leaving for Eight Years and Came Back to Find Him Living in a Shed

smelled like cologne and espresso. We sat down. He ordered some elaborate latte with oat milk. I got black coffee.

He made a few passes at small talk. I shut them down until he sighed and leaned back.

“About Dad.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s dementia. Started maybe three years ago. Misplacing things, forgetting bills, repeating himself. I had to step in.”

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