Matthew had told me, or somehow forced me, to listen to my music during the whole process. He knew this helped calm me down and he was right. He had a way of knowing things about me, or making me do things that although I didn’t see the point of, in the end he would be right. I was really lucky to have him.
I walked over to my dad’s cabinet. Slowly, I opened the small wooden cabinet, creaking noises coming from it. He had made this cabinet years ago and specifically requested for it to be brought to the hospital as he wanted something that reminded him of home. He was traditional like that. Just as he liked making things from scratch by himself.
If you could see our house, half of it was handmade by him and with a little help from me. Our tables, chairs, beds, my dad and I put a lot of
