I SLOWLY opened the door and peeked inside the house. I saw papa in his wheelchair but mama was not there. I turned around and saw mama who was in the bathroom and looked like she was doing laundry. I went back to papa then approached him and sat on the floor. I grabbed his foot and gently massages it.

I looked at dad as I massaged his foot. He was staring at me so I smiled and looked back at his foot.

I don’t blame dad for what happened to him, because I know he doesn’t like what happened either. I’m having a hard time, but I don’t know...