On my second day home, I found myself alone with Dad. He was bundled on the sofa, and whatever his thoughts, they seldom found words. I asked him. Dad seemed confused, then his eyes focused on me, a look of surprised interest. His eyes never left me.
Mom is afraid to ask for help.
You need a nurse. He spoke weakly. I took his hand. I had never heard anything so romantic from my father. He saw it in my face, and he saw the sadness too.