When he attended social events and came back late, I would make him sobering soup and leave it on the table.
In the morning, I would wake up early to make him oatmeal.
When he rubbed his tired eyes, I used the pocket money I had saved for a month to replace the dazzling desk lamp on his desk. I also placed eye drops and vitamins on his table.
I ironed his shirts just like our mother used to do.
I wanted to silently take care of him and relieve some of his stress.
Without him, we might not have been able to afford such a big house.
Actually, I didn’t care about the size of the house.
I cared about my family, especially Dexter.
