Standing.
I didn’t touch her once.
I coached.
When she finished, she smiled.
“I still hate this thing.”
“You’re allowed.”
She visibly relaxed.
After she left, Dad looked at me.
“What exactly do you do here?”
“I’m a patient and family-care educator.”
He frowned.
“After Elliot recovered, I earned a master’s degree in health education and completed the hospital’s training program.”
Dad stared at me.
I gestured around the room.
“I teach families how to care for people safely at home. Mobility. Medication routines. Equipment use. I coordinate with therapists,
