For five years I cleaned his body, changed his catheters, and fed him
For five years I slept with one eye open in case he was choking, in case something hurt him, in case he needed me to turn him over in bed at three in the morning.
Five years smelling of alcohol, ointment, chlorine and chicken broth.
Five years believing that was love.
Until I heard it.
My name is Brenda.
Esteban was twenty-nine when he became paralyzed after an accident on the road to Cuernavaca. Orthopedic products
We were newlyweds.
I still wore tight dresses, expensive perfume, and had silly dreams.
After the crash, my life became a hospital bed in the ward.
I learned how to carry it.
Take a bath.
To change his diapers.
I’m going to fight with the IMSS (Mexican Social Security Institute).
She smiled when he threw the plate because “the soup was
