Damon had taken up a certain routine. He would wake up early in the morning, go straight to the hospital to check up on his father, without entering his room. The only time Damon entered his room was when his father was asleep and then he would leave for school, coming back the afternoon to once again check up on his father. He did that every single day until the release of his father. Damon had tried every single time to enter his father’s room. He would silently watch as the nurses fed his father and helped his father up, or pushed him in a wheel chair to the bathroom. As he stared, he wanted nothing more than to offer to do all of those things but he just could never bring himself to do this.
Damon felt frustrated. He felt sad and disgusted at himself. As a son, he couldn’t even do any
