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It wasn’t hard.
Dad didn’t often want to go, because Grandpa

was difficult. He always had been, but now he was

worse than ever. He got angry and shouted. He spat
out the pills that could make him nice and calm.

And he yelled at the nurses.

“I’m shut in here like an animal!” he shouted.

“What do you think I am? An ape?”
His face turned bright red and he swore, so

Dad and I had to cover our ears. Dad thought

I didn’t need any more swear words than the ones
I already knew.

I disagreed.

I liked it when Grandpa got angry. It made life
a bit more exciting.

But it made Dad tired and sad. He felt awful

seeing his strong, fat father lying there getting
weaker and thinner. That’s why he didn’t like going

to visit.

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