My grandpa Riga had Alzheimer’s toward the end of his life. My aunt Rita was a good and dutiful daughter who visited him every day and ensured he received the best medical care.
One day, he was told that that his son was finally coming to visit. Suddenly, he perked up and exclaimed Oh my son, my son. A son is a true blessing
. My aunt asked what about your daughters? My grandpa’s response was a daughter? Well … a daughter is … just a daughter
.
Needless to say, that did not go over well with her and her 2 sisters.