Elena had refused to place her husband in a specialized care facility and had decided to look after him at home.
Over the years, she had learned how to operate the medical equipment, feed him through a tube, change his position regularly, and monitor his health.
A nurse visited twice a week. The rest of the time, Elena handled everything herself.
She barely rested, rarely left the house, but continued to hope for a miracle.
And now her nine-year-old daughter was claiming that she had seen her father standing on his own two feet.
That evening, Elena entered the bedroom.
Viktor was lying in his usual position. His face looked peaceful, his eyes were closed, and his hands rested motionlessly on the blanket.
The woman sat beside him and gently took his hand.
“Vitya, if only you knew what Sofia told me today…”
Of course, there was no response.
Elena sat there for a long time, staring at her husband and trying to convince herself that her daughter had simply been frightened by the darkness.
