EMILY’S POV
My father gazed out of the window with a somber expression. He sat in his wheelchair, unable to walk alone, and was prohibited from any activity. As he was being put on bed rest, he felt bored from staring at the same four walls every day. So, we positioned his chair close to the window to give him something to look at.
He refused to speak to me until now. He wouldn't even look me in the eye. I had no idea why he held so much anger toward me. If only he knew that, like him, I also suffered from the loss of my mother.
His observation at the hospital was not yet complete, but he signed a waiver that absolved the hospital of any responsibility if something happened to him, as it was his decision to leave. He was only allowed to eat soft foods for now, so I approached him with a
