Not Being Bitter, Don't Care

Kara's POV - New York, New York

I changed my outfit to a high-fashion Kendall outfit because you know she had a good taste and grabbed my backpack and my shoulder bad and pulled the suitcase and rushed downstairs.

I heard a honked from the outside and looked at the window across the sarairs then opened it, "Wait! I'm just saying goodbye to dad!" The car honked again as a sign that says 'sure'.

"Dad I'm gonna go," I said then reached for dead to kiss his cheek, "Don't forget your medicine dad okay? I'm gonna call you
every breakfast, lunch, and dinner to make sure you already throw that," pointing my index finger to the bottle filled with capsules, "to your throat. Deal?"

He nodded and thumbs up, "Wait, when---when you will go home from Denver," his voice was shakey and his tears is about to drop and I started to cry full of concern and didn't say anything, "I will be alone here for a year? I don't like staying around here alone. No, no, no," dad cried.

Dad had dementia and he's always acting like a child that who wants to change the diaper every hour because he is almost 70 years old on October 6.

It started when he slipped from the staircase and bumped his head on the the edge of the antique table under our window.

After a few days from that day, a series of small strokes had begun.

The doctor said that there are some types of dementia that progress slowly over several years so dad isn't already that worse.

Also the doctor said that dad had a vascular dementia because of a small strokes that the loss of mental skills may be gradual.

Dad is a civil engineer but didn't continue it because of his diagnosis, of course. He didn't remember how to work. He didn't know who are the persons he was talking to. So I decided to stay in Denver for I-don't-know years.

"Kara? There--there is someone honk-honk car outside." Dad said tapping at my shoulder. I blinked checked on the clock it is already 7:30. I went downstairs by 7:00

I didn't know I stood in the kitchen behind the sink for 30 minutes.

"Oh!!! Dad," I went to the mirror in the bathroom and tied my hair into a bun and straigtened my floral high-fashioned design dress.

I looked at my knee-to-toe boots, it is still pretty and doesn't have any dirt and remembered dad's voice when he asked me.
When you will go home from Denver? I don't want to stay here alone.

"Dad I still don't know when I will come home because I needed to earn money to buy your medical maintenance. But I promise I will call you okay.

I just need to work in the airport serving for the people in the airplane because--" tapping the tip of his nose, "I'm a flight attendant, right?" I smiled to him and kisses him once again.

I remembered the person who will take care of dad while I'm away. I grabbed my dad's hand and squeezed it, "I almost forgot, I will send here a person who will take care and love you just like I always do to you while I'm away," I hugged dad so tight and my tears dropped to his shoulder and I smiles and wiped it, "I'm gonna miss you so much. I love you dad."

Dad grabbed a jar of cookies from the cabinet and gave it to me, "Lo-love you. Here, take this I--I'm sure you will get hungry in the airport. Eat this okay?" Tapping the top of my head and grab the handle of suitcase and give it to me.

"Take care of yourself while I'm not with you. The person you send house I will lab her." He smiled at me and hugged me. He walked into the living room and gave a black hat to me which is perfectly fits in my outfit.

"Thanks dad it's so perfect!" I untied my ponytail and smoothed my wavy hair and placed the hat. I grabbed my shoulder bag, backpack, and my suitcase as I walked back- ward into the front door while waving at him.

Dad also waving at me and it made me smile. I faced the door and turned again to dad and smirked, "Bye dad!" I muttered.
And I left and thought that I will never see my dad for many years again.

That thought made me cry and rushed through the car and opened the passenger door.