Chapter 37

Desmond lay peacefully on his bed, his mother, Maria, sitting beside him, her gaze fixed upon his sleeping son. Tears gathered up in her eyes, reflecting the pain and heartache she felt in her soul. She traced her fingers gently along his face, memories flooding her mind—memories of a time when Desmond's smile brought joy and his laughter filled their home.

Gently, Maria reached out to caress Desmond's forehead, her touch filled with a mixture of tenderness and sadness. She remembered the days when Desmond was a vibrant and joyful young man, full of dreams and aspirations. It pained her deeply to witness his struggles with mental health, to see the toll it took on him and their family.

With a heavy heart, Maria thought back to the moments when she first noticed the signs of Desmond's condition. At first, she had dismissed them as temporary stress or tiredness, hoping they would disappear with time. But as the symptoms persisted and intensified, it became clear that something more prof