via - Humans of Bombay
“My wife passed away a few years ago. It was all so sudden – she was standing near a pool when she got an attack and fell into the water. By the time someone could pull her out, it was too late. I’m a surgeon myself, but there was nothing I could do to help. Now, my daughter here comes with me for walks and takes me out to watch movies – it helps, but I still miss my wife terribly.”
“What is your fondest memory with your daughter and wife?”
“Oh, I forgot to mention – she’s not my real daughter. 17 years ago she joined my hospital and since then she has been like a daughter to me. Both my actual children don’t live in Bombay, so especially after my wife’s death she has taken care of me like family. That’s why I called her my daughter -family doesn’t necessarily have to mean we’re related by blood; it goes a long way beyond that.”
