a sad, lonely, quiet life?
where his grandchildren do not really talk to him?
where small talk is kept to a few sentences?
where i can only stare as he walks away?
where i can look from the corner of my eye and see his expressionless face?
or where i pretend not to know that he is suffering in silence because i do not want to anger my mother?
i wish i didn’t have to see all these.