All day long he would sit and wait for who knows what? He makes no expression and his face is still. Regardless o something joyful happening his rough cheeks never rise. Time after time he would dose off unto a sleep. Constantly watching his old westerns on a bigger color screen which he never saw back in his time. However, the good sound from the TV roars in his ears filled with gray hair.
When he is offered help he refuses and insults those he doesn't know. His family struggles trying to help him gain back his independence but he just wont let it happen. He whines. They sign. He yells "NO!" They say calmly "fine". He pulls the last straw and they give up.
Luckily that time has not come. The family always wish that one day he would get a big slap on his gray unshaven bearded face, that he needs to let people help him. His mentality may be that just as I have taken care of my children they must take care of me. Till this day he still sits in that wheel chair, lip hanging, slow unclear talking, and weak limbs watching the same Westerns over and over again.
I love this Joclyn! Excellent details that make this scene come alive. Clary
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