“What do you mean?.” I asked as I stared at him, his dementia changed when his eyes met mine and it scared me that he meant every word that escaped his lips, it scared me even more that; he is not joking about it.

“You said you wanted the truth, this is a little part of the truth.”

“You were crazy.” I mumbled against my breath when he sat next to me.

“No, she made me think so.” He murmured, his tone filled with pain and I realized he was talking about his mom. “She told me ...