“But still, you can’t give up, right? You have to keep trying to bring them to the right. There is always a way of redeeming everything. Just like our patients, we don’t give up on them even when we know there is no hope. We keep encouraging them, giving them hope.” I stopped before he could nickname me a chatterbox or a parrot.
But he smiled, faintly but genuinely, like I had really spoken some sense. “What? You are going to lecture this old man now?”
I smiled. “No. I don’t have the knowledge nor the capacity to lecture someone as experienced as you, Doc. But sometimes even the young can give advice to the older. Well, age is just a number, they say.”
He nodded, his face still bright, the smile warming up the room. “Indeed. Maturity has no age.” His words carried a hidden meaning, and
