My parents’ marriage was not an easy one. They argued often when I was growing up – over money, parenting, and the pressures of everyday life.
But when my mother became seriously ill, I saw my father stay with her through hospital visits, long nights, and caregiving routines. It was a source of comfort and assurance to her, such that even when others were present, she would still look for him. His presence carried deep meaning for her, built over decades of shared life.
