I spent a month in the hospital, and when I came home

My daughter’s face turned red. “He doesn’t even understand half of what’s going on! He’s sick!”

“I understand enough,” I said, and for the first time that day, my voice didn’t shake.

Angela stepped closer to me. “Mr. Miller, would you like to go inside?”

It seems like a simple question.

But in that moment, it felt like someone handing me back my dignity.