“What mistake?”
He remained quiet for a moment before speaking.
“Do you remember two years ago, when you didn’t want to attend your sister’s wedding?”
“I remember.”
“You cried all night because your dress didn’t fit properly. Then you told me you didn’t want to be photographed. I thought you’d feel more comfortable if I didn’t insist. So I started giving you space in photographs. Eventually, I began standing farther away because I didn’t want you to feel pressured.”
I stared at him, stunned.
“But you never once asked me what I wanted.”
“I know. I thought I was protecting you, but instead, I made you believe I was embarrassed by you.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“And lately, when I noticed how difficult it had become for you to move around, I was frightened. I didn’t know how to talk to you about it without hurting your feelings.”