Convincing my sister to leave wasn’t an easy task. It took a lot of assurances about my safety and well-being. She visited us every day. She was assured that I required her care to navigate through the challenges of life. As an older sibling, she had the necessary audacity to think like that. I, however, declined all help.
A little annoyed, I crashed on the bed, too exhausted to worry about changing clothes. It didn’t take much for me to fall asleep. I was assured to get up the next morning until I heard a few sharp knocks on my bedroom door.
“Who is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes, tiresomely.
“Seth,” answered the man, and then sought my permission to enter my bedroom.
I allowed him to get inside and then got into a sitting position. Just like a responsible father, he came towards m
