The old man tottered up to my door carrying a suitcase. I watched, heart in mouth, as he lost and regained his balance. I knew not to run out and help, he needed to feel useful and there was so little opportunity for that in his life anymore. He looked up at me and smiled briefly, concentrating on what he was doing. I smiled back. I could tell by his expression that he didn't know who I was. I waited. Maybe it would come to him, maybe it wouldn't.
"Hello there," he said. The blank look didn't change.
"Hi, Dad".
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