I asked my in-laws to stay with my quiet, sweet but sick dad in his house while we’re away. BIG MISTAKE.
They trashed his routine, mooching off his food, hogging the TV, and worst of all? They snapped: “Hey, you don’t need a whole house! A nursing home will be right for you. GET DOWN TO EARTH.” My dad didn’t argue. He just nodded, smiled politely, and took it all in. Then, he dropped the bomb: “You’re right. Maybe it’s time I moved out. Could you help me pack my things?” Ohhh, they happily agreed, not seeing the TRAP!
Two days later, the doorbell rang and—
