Thea
I open the front door to my home and I'm immediately met by my dad, who pulls me into a giant, comforting, warm hug.
“I missed you.” I don't even get the words out first as his voice overlaps mine saying the exact same thing.
“How's Mom doing?” We pull apart, and he gives a slight nod of his head.
“She's been better. Still adjusting to all the new changes.” Dad's voice sounds sad, and I understand the feeling. We've both been so blindsided by the change and the way things were handled and the fact that I had gone from being compensated to being her caretaker to being told that that's no longer a possibility. Facing the fact that we would have to hire someone at a higher rate than I worked for to care for her came as an unwelcome shock to both of us.
It's not just about the money,
