Her tears also brought tears to my own eyes. I felt so proud that I could make her feel proud of me. It was the right decision to bring her here after all. I showed her the other paintings in my collection before the nurse reminded us that she should already head back. The hospital had booked an ambulance to drive her back along with the nurse. I went to send her off. There were tears swimming in my eyes as I waved my hand to send her off.

Dabbing slightly at my tears, I returned to the exhibition. It was around opening time now and we needed to be...