It was going to be a few days: the operation, then the rehabilitation, then home. But something is wrong, and the days and the weeks go by.

It feels strange to be here. I am not used to looking after you and I do not know what to do. I read a book, I take your hand, I watch television, I speak to you, they change your position, you fall asleep, nothing. And tomorrow the same: the same meal, the doctor's visit, I go for a coffee, I look at you, I speak to you, nothing.