Vale tengo una historia triste/funneh y un poco cringe a la vez
>It was a saturday
>My grandparents from italy have come to live in our house
>My grandad has alzehimers00:00pm, sunday in my kitchen
>Preparing eggs cos im hungry as f*ck and I havent eaten yet
>Grandad comes in
>he sits down on a chair in the kitchen
>I ask him ''need anything gramps?''
>He says no
>I make my eggs and eat em and shit
>I go upstairs to go to bed
>Sleep for 10 hrs10:00am, Sunday, dawn of the first day
>Grandad is still sat down on the same chair in the kitchen
>Ask him if he sat there all night
>He says yes
>he also says this
>''I got lost around the house and I couldn't find my bed so I just slept here'' >mfw he was lost in my house for 10 hrs
>mfw he was too embarresed to ask me where his room was
>mfw he slept on a chair
>mfw I had to put signs leading to his room in the morning so he wouldn't get lost again
>mfw