I wanna watch dirty stuff with my husband but it makes him uncomfortable, idk if it's adt relationships or what but I don't get it.

For one week in 40 of his springs, my father searched the shore for shells. My sister tried to keep up; my brother drew in the sand with sticks. I followed behind, collecting the broken shells my father tossed aside. Now, we guide our father’s hands over his old treasures. I read shell names aloud: pear whelk, leafy jewel box, ponderous ark. Suffering from Parkinson’s and dementia, my father simply listens, closes his eyes and smiles. Soon, my siblings and I will search the shore once more, desperate to find what the sea and my father have left behind.