He... *Sigh.* started getting forgetful, little things. Then losing chunks of time. Forgetting he- *Accidentally killed our dog* Forgetting mom left, losing who I am. I tried everything to keep him together, because it's just us, he's all I had... and I wouldn't lose him.

And there's nothing I can do. I promised I wouldn't leave him, not like mom did. Yet here I am, and if you dare say it isn't the same you're right. You get to take all those feelings and ball them up and point them at whoever took your parents from you.

I just get to feel helpless. And when I go home I get to watch him fall apart on me. And hope my friends can keep me from falling apart myself.

*Well, right now she's kinda directing all her bad feelings at you, enjoy that.*

Now what makes you think you can gather enough power on your own?