Happy

After the surgery they let me wheel you out on your back. The slice through the muscles of your abdomen made it impossible for you to sit, twist, roll over in bed.

Your father’s apartment is bigger than the house I grew up in. I never told you, but he offered to pay me to stay with you while he was away. I was insulted and I took the money.
I cooked for you, emptied your bedpan, changed your sheets, was happy again.