Who do you say I am?
Everyone was leaving but I decided to stay behind to pack what was left in the cabinet next to his bedside. I recall standing with that see-through carrier bag, containing his hairbrush, spectacle case, and some other personal items, at the elevator. On the bag was a sticker. On it was written his name.
I stood there waiting for the elevator to reach the floor I’d been visiting daily. The words of the doctors saying: “Take care of her as she is the rock in your family and hearing my brother saying with pride: “she is like a mother to us”