The kitchen grows silent. Family chatter and endearing stories taper off as she prepares to feed him lunch. Her heartbreaking routine is hard to witness and brings burning tears to my eyes. Watching my sister's tender hands care for him, enchants this room of sadness.
He holds the tube above him and she pours the baby food in. He tilts his head and stares at her. His huge blue eyes penetrate the quiet that surrounds us. He is not able to speak words of gratitude but we all hear him as he continues to gaze at her loving face.
I look away so he won't see me cry as my stomach churns with anger.
