It was almost exactly six months ago, early in the morning, when I heard a thunk from my father’s bedroom and went to investigate. His bed was empty, but then I saw him, splayed out on the threshold between bathroom and bedroom, his head resting against the wall. He was naked from the waist down and he seemed so vulnerable, his eyes open and darting back and forth, trying to register what had happened and where he was. When I knelt beside him, his expression was blank. He didn’t seem to understand that he’d fallen. Still, it was clear he wanted to get up.
The Fall
The Fall
The Fall
It was almost exactly six months ago, early in the morning, when I heard a thunk from my father’s bedroom and went to investigate. His bed was empty, but then I saw him, splayed out on the threshold between bathroom and bedroom, his head resting against the wall. He was naked from the waist down and he seemed so vulnerable, his eyes open and darting back and forth, trying to register what had happened and where he was. When I knelt beside him, his expression was blank. He didn’t seem to understand that he’d fallen. Still, it was clear he wanted to get up.