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When my wife died

...my son went quiet.

You want something to eat?

I would hear him cry in his room at night sometimes

but that was something I did too.

I took my son to the doctors

because I knew he was sick in the head.

Jay?

The first doctor said that he was not sick in the head,

just sad.

You know, I've done a pretty good examination, and I think that he's fine.

He's just really sad.

And that if he exercised, he will feel better.

You should be good in no time.

Are you sure?

Yeah, absolutely. There's nothing physically wrong with him.

I don't think he's sick in the head

The second doctor said my son was not sick in the head,

just sad.

And would start talking again

if he put his face in a bowl of cold water, once a day.

...That might bring it back into balance

then that would help him hopefully start talking again.

He hasn't spoken in a couple of months...

The third doctor said my son was sick in the head

and that he would be fine if I gave him some pills.

...Need some help to get through this. There's two here.

She gave me pills as well.

It started with a hum.

How's the meat?

Good.

My son started speaking again.

At first it was a few words

and then whole sentences.

He began to spend more time in his room.

He would rarely leave the house.

Last night I heard you

were talking to somebody.

Who were you talking to?

My son went quiet for the rest of dinner,

so I did not ask again.

...It was pretty loud, and how he kept yelling made everyone--

Oh, I'm sorry. Should have knocked.

I looked at her, expecting her to wave.

I knew that you would. Deliah's presence in these affairs

is almost as invariable as the corpse's.

My wife was missing her warmth.

I knew she was there though

and tried not to roll on top of her.

I hate going to work everyday...

We fell back into our routine very quickly.

Every morning we would wake up and eat breakfast together.

I would leave then to catch my bus to the factory

and my son would leave and go to school.

Now that my wife was back

it was harder to be at the factory.

So I asked if I could take some time off.

Father: I have some issues at home.

I need a couple of weeks time off

Boss: Is everything okay?

Father: My son is not doing so good.

He needs help and... I have to attend to him.

I don't taste any fishiness.

And this molé is like a mousse, it is light, I want...

We could not go for walks anymore.

So instead I purchased an indoor bike

so we could get some exercise.

But my wife did not want to use it.

On Tuesdays, our son had the afternoon off

and would come home for lunch.

How is it?

It's okay.

My wife used to make lunch for us.

Probably not as good as your mom's?

No.

But she could not cook anymore.

When there was nothing on TV

we would look at the photo albums together.

But my wife could not laugh anymore.

My wife began to get bored.

She stopped looking at me.

I decided my wife could see her friends again.

I called her work friend Ivy.

I did not tell her about my wife.

- Let me show you something. - Okay.

I wanted to surprise her.

Look, there's Manjeet.

I got to go.

I started crying again.

Please get that filled out as soon as possible

and get him started on it.

The doctor said that I was sick in the head and gave me pills.

...Tell me exactly what's happened.

My dad, he's not waking up. He's cold--

My son came back to my room in the morning.

He did not know what to do at first and called for help.

...Don't stop until help can take over.

Don't stop, they're gonna be pulling up any second, okay?

I'm gonna be alone.

Did you speak to anyone else? Did you call...?

My son broke my ribs when he started to press on my chest.

Did you call 911 or any friends?

My son went quiet again.

We're just trying to help you. If you can give us some information?

I would hear him cry in his rom at night sometimes.

But that was something I used to do too.

Okay, look, I'm going to write you a prescription.

The doctor told him that he was sick in the head

and would be fine if he took pills.

It started slow.

I liked it when he hummed.

It made me think of the times he would hum at dinner.

He got used to us visiting.

Bye.

My son started speaking again.

At first, it was a few words.

Then a few weeks later, whole sentences.

On Tuesdays, my son had the afternoon off.

We would look at the photo albums together.

My son started spending less time with us.

But it was okay.

We knew that this would happen one day and we had each other.

My son would still cry.

But he knew that we were still there.

My wife and I never left our son.

We had to stay with him.

Because our son was sick in the head.

But he would be fine

as long as he knew that he was not alone.