A Quiet Room by the Window

My aunt works in a small care home.

The home is for people who are very sick and near the end of life.

Every morning, she opens the curtains and lets the sun come in.

One old man there loves the window.

He cannot walk, so my aunt moves his bed close to it.

He watches the birds and the children on the street.

Sometimes he tells my aunt stories about his young days.

Last week, he said, "I am not afraid now." My aunt smiled and held his hand.

She says her job is not sad.

It is about love and quiet time together.