Once again, it was another morning, and I was inside the kitchen, preparing meals for my ailing mother. In order to keep a safe distance between myself and the meal I was preparing, I had to stand on an elevated platform that let me maintain a safe distance from it. I have been caring for my mother for a number of days now, and my father has yet to pay us a visit since that time. In the hopes of getting a glimpse of him panicking, I continued peering around the entrance of our modest home. His eyes were wide with worry as I looked about. It has occurred to...