My Wife Checks on Me

Without internet at my parent's house, the options for communications were limited. My wife called to hear how things were going. My parents said hello and chatted. They gave the phone to me. I told her how my father didn't recognize me until the next day, and that the house was in worse shape than we remembered. It was cluttered everything. Dirty. Dusty. Dingy. Mildew. It smelled bad. I was afraid to breathe there. My parents weren't even capable of organizing a doctor's appointment.
"Now I feel sad. I wish we could just bring them over here and burn that house."