Overdose.

Yesterday it was the first time I thought of my dad as somebody I had to take care of.
The "weak" one has always been my mother. Not my father. He is the rock, the Spartan, the stone we hold and seek when we're in trouble.
I know this is not a big deal, but for the first time I realised of this alarming idea... he is not who he used to be. It's embarrasing to admit that this is a little bit overwhelming, specialy for my mother, who is crying around 24/7. This is not helping at all, mum.