When I finally opened my eyes, I had no idea where I was.
There were tubes attached to my arm.
A monitor flashing beside the bed.
And a deep ache beneath my ribs.
Later, the doctor explained that I had been unconscious for eleven days after a serious car accident.
Then I noticed someone curled up in the chair beside me.
My nine-year-old grandson, Walter.
His backpack was tucked beneath his feet.