The first feed did not become a perfect scene.

I had to adjust my position.

Something I needed was on the wrong side of the room.

I realized I had put a clean cloth away too neatly to find it quickly.

A person helping us that day brought it over without making me feel incapable.

I thanked them.

For weeks, help had been associated in my mind with Mark taking control of information.

I needed to learn the difference between somebody doing a task beside me and somebody deciding I should not know what the task was.