She added gently. I’ll push your wheelchair just for a few minutes. After a long silence, he nodded.
Okay. Amara helped him get dressed and slowly wheeled him into the backyard garden. The air was fresh.
Birds sang happily. Flowers swayed gently in the breeze. Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
I forgot how fresh air feels. “You’ve been trapped inside for too long,” Amara said softly.
“Even a tree needs sunlight to grow.” Michael looked at her. “You speak like someone who’s read a lot.”
She smiled shily. I never went to school properly, so but I read anything I can find.
Books save me from many lonely nights. For the next hour, they talked not about pain or sickness, but about simple things, flowers, books, dreams.
For the first time in a long while, Michael felt human again, not like a broken body.
But the moment ended suddenly. What is going on here? Ruth’s sharp voice rang through the garden.
She stood at the doorway, arms crossed, eyes burning. Amora stood up quickly. We were just getting some fresh air.
Ma Ruth walked closer and glared at Michael. You didn’t ask me before coming outside.
Michael frowned. Ruth, I don’t need your permission to get sunlight. Ruth turned sharply to Amora.
Go back inside. Without a word, Amora quietly wheeled Michael back toward the house. That evening, Michael confronted Ruth in their bedroom.
“Where were you last night?” He asked. Ruth rolled her eyes out. “You’re not my father.
I’m your husband.” “A husband who can’t even walk,” she said with a bitter laugh.
“Do you know what it feels like to be stuck with a man who used to be a lion, but is now just a shadow?”
“Michel’s heart shattered.” “You said you loved me. I love the powerful man you used to be,” she replied coldly.
“Now I feel like a prisoner. I won’t waste my youth changing diapers and pushing wheelchairs.
