The Silent Heroes
Yesterday was Aarav’s day at hydrotherapy. We usually have a few minutes break between his physiotherapy and hydro session, in which I hand him the phone and allow him to relax his mind by watching his favourite cartoons. While we were waiting for his session to start, a mother-daughter duo entered. The daughter looked in her 40s while the mom was around 60 but in a wheelchair. As a parent to a child who is also often in a wheelchair, I have learned never to ask the question, “What happened?” unless the information is freely volunteered. So, while observing the dynamics between these two people, I kept silent. The daughter was stressed and the mom even more so. As the attendant checked her blood pressure to determine whether she was fit to undergo a hydrotherapy session, the daughter was visibly tense. Something that was reflected in her mom’s high BP. The attendant told her to take a few minutes and relax before it was measured again. As the lady sat down and tried to take deep br...