“Father, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Suleiman attempted a smile.
“You have your own family. Your own responsibilities.”
“You are my father. You are part of my responsibilities.”
Malik carried the bags himself.
Amina was waiting at their apartment when they arrived.
She had expected her father-in-law to stay for a few weeks while arrangements were made. She had not expected his medical needs, his limited mobility, or the way their modest apartment suddenly seemed too small for three adults and their eight-year-old son, Sami.
At first, she tried to be welcoming.
She prepared his meals, washed his clothes, and helped him with the stairs.
But the weeks became months.
Malik’s income barely covered the rent, food, and school expenses. Amina worked occasional shifts at a neighborhood shop, and every unexpected expense created another argument.
Their son began asking why his grandfather needed help getting dressed.
Amina became increasingly frustrated.
