. He buys groceries, cooks, does laundry, mops the floor, feeds cats, walks dogs. When I drink too much, he stays up all night just to give me a glass of warm water that is just right for me to drink. He also hides my fucking cigarettes. One time I bumped into him trying to mend a torn piece of clothing, and I laughed at him, "Why are you acting like a girl?" He pursed his lips, still sewing stitch by stitch, and said softly, "I'm going to take care of you like a girl."