Finally, they found that his body reacted very poorly to certain foods and that, due to another medical problem, he had also been given a strict low-sodium diet.
He had been given a very specific eating plan, under medical supervision.
But my mother had refused to follow him properly.
“I was very stubborn,” he admitted. After a few weeks of feeling better, I was beginning to convince myself that I was fine again.
My father sat quietly next to him.
One night I got so bad that Robert himself took me carrying the car.
I looked at my father.
My mother continued:
When I came home from the hospital, I asked him to promise me something.
What?
His voice trembled.
“I said, ‘If I try to convince you again that a single bite won’t hurt me, don’t listen to me. Even if I get angry. Even if at that moment I tell you that I hate you, don’t let me do it.”
