After that night, I started sleepwalking again.
The doctors called it the last shock of the mind: fear versus security.
Security won.
We sold the big house. My father’s treatment ended. We moved to a small town where nobody knew our names. No chairs. No doorbells. No guards. Just one bed and two people.
For the first time, we both slept at the same time.
Years later, when he finally passed away in a peaceful sleep, I sat by his side and watched his breathing fade away.
He was smiling.
This time there was no fear.
I knew it: the real danger had passed.
The lesson was simple, but costly:Sometimes, the man who seems the strangest is the one who protects the most.
And sometimes, the only way to face fear… is to take someone’s hand and stay together.
