And the response was, "Dad!" I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw what I had seen. He was completely unconscious. He was wearing a psychiatric robe with the sleeves tied behind his back, and he had dropped so much weight that I couldn't tell who he was any longer. After that, I positioned him horizontally. He was still breathing when I lapped him and felt his pulse in his neck, which was throbbing. Something inside of me felt relieved as a result of this.

"Dad, please get out of bed." Crying, I remarked to his face, tenderly tapping his cheeks as I did so.

Much to my surprise, Sophia...