A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
“Mommy will ask other grown-ups for help.”
She considered that.
“Can I have a snack?”
“Yes.”
We went to the kitchen.
I made food, found her cup, and wiped a small spill.
For ten minutes, I did things whose purpose I understood.
Then I returned to the laptop while she played nearby.