The doctors diagnosed me with a rare eye disease.
Within a few years, I had lost almost all of my sight.
At first, it destroyed me. I was afraid to leave the house alone, I could no longer work, and sometimes I even knocked over my coffee cup while trying to place it on the table.
Daniel stayed by my side.
He drove me to my medical appointments, did the shopping, paid the bills, and told me every day that I would never become a burden to him.
People constantly told me how lucky I was to have such a devoted husband.
And I believed them.
The garage was Daniel’s territory. He kept his tools, car supplies, and boxes of old belongings there.
I never went inside. There were sharp corners, heavy shelves, and the floor was always cluttered with things. Whenever I needed something, Daniel brought it inside for me.
