I’ve been assigned by my mother to take care of my grandfather this evening until early morning tomorrow, and for the next couple of days more. Caring for the sick adult is no better than a little baby. Babies are cuter and more playful, a lot lighter to lift and carry wherever. I couldn’t even go out to take a drink for every five minutes he calls me to sit him up, make him stand and lie him down again. That is not to mention heating a piece of bread and making coffee, and making him pee every other time he stands. I will never appreciate this colder summer night as I’m sweating all over, but yes, patience, patience…
