I just... I don't even know what to do. My brother called me, like, an hour ago, and I swear I'm still just staring at the wall. He said Dad's... well, he said Dad's forgetting things. Not like "oh where did I put my keys" kinda forgetting, you know? More like, he couldn't remember what he had for breakfast an hour later, or he asked the same question three times in one conversation. And my brother's like, "we need you to come home, we need to talk to a doctor." And I'm just sitting here, thousands of miles away, in this tiny apartment, surrounded by textbooks and half-eaten instant noodles, and it's like my whole world just got tipped sideways. Like, I literally just got here, you know? Got the scholarship, got the apartment, I'm finally, FINALLY, doing something for ME, something I’ve worked my ass off for, and now this? I have midterms in two weeks, a presentation for my biggest class next month that I've been prepping for since like, September. And I'm supposed to just drop everything? Fly home? The ticket alone is a FORTUNE, and what if it's nothing? What if it's just stress, or like, old age? But then what if it's NOT nothing? What if it's... the start of something really bad, and I'm not there? The thought of my dad, my dad who always had EVERYTHING together, who always knew the answer to everything, just... fading, it makes my stomach hurt. And it’s not just the school thing, either. I finally feel like I’m finding my feet here, making friends, getting into a rhythm. My social life is actually, like, happening for the first time in years. And if I go home, it's like hitting pause on all of that, and I don't know when I can hit play again. But then, what kind of person am I if I DON'T go home? What if my dad needs me? What if this is... it? What if this is the beginning of the end, and I'm stuck here trying to remember the capital of some obscure country for an exam while he's losing his own memories? I don’t know what to do. I just don't know.