It has been one week since the accident, and he's still comatose, there's been no change, though the doctors constantly assure me that he was doing Fine. Why they feel the need to do so, I do not know. I'm neither wife nor am I sister or mother or friend. I'm just the maid. I suppose it's because I'm all they've got, no one had been here to see him, not Friend, family nor foe, no one. The vacationing parents have called, once or maybe thrice, but certainly not more. I guess that was the least they could do, seeing as the burden of having as much money as they did was taking a toll, a vacation at the expense of the welfare their comatose son was absolutely warranted. With parents like that, one couldn’t really blame him for turning out the way he did. They seemed to me the kind of parents t
