My father leaned back in his chair. I noticed the oxygen tank beside him but he didn't have the nose piece on. It's the first time I'd seen him bring anything into his office that made him look weak.
I stood and walked around his desk to the tank and lifted the rubber tubing for him. He took it and placed the oxygen over his nose and ears. His hands trembled and I could see the disease taking over. It was hard for him when I witnessed these times but he'd been honest with me during the hours we spent in his room over the summer where I really saw the toll it took on him.
He squeezed my hand before I walked around the desk and took the chair again and yes, I squeezed his back.
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