I don’t know why I’m writing this. I just need to get it out. My dad. He’s 70 now, retired from teaching. Been married to my mom for forty years. Forty years, every single day. And for the last five or so, he sleeps in the spare room. Every night. Says it’s his snoring. He snores a little, sure, but not like, a freight train, you know? My mom says it doesn't bother her. She tells me, “He says he doesn’t want to keep me up.” But she’s sad. I see it in her eyes. She hides it, but I know my mom. She always wanted a big family, a close family. That’s how it was in the old country. Everyone together. I remember when I was a kid, they were always together. Always. Even when they fought, they were in the same room. Now it’s like two separate houses. He reads his newspaper in the living room, she watches her shows in the den. They eat dinner together, sometimes. But then he goes to his room. It’s always his snoring. That’s his answer. Every time I ask, “Dad, you sleep okay?” he says, “Oh, yeah, just snoring, you know. Don’t want to wake your mother.” My mom just looks down at her hands. What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to DO? My own kids are grown now, they ask about grandma and grandpa. My daughter, she asked me last week, “Why do they have separate beds, Mama?” I told her, “Oh, grandpa snores, sweetie.” But it sounded so fake, even to me. Like a lie. It’s more than snoring. It has to be. But what else? After forty years? My parents, they never talk about feelings. Never. They just… do things. And now this. I don’t want to disrespect my father. He’s a good man. Taught me everything. But this feels… wrong. It feels like he gave up. On her. On them. I just… I don’t know what to think. Or what to say. Every day. Every single day.