But sometimes, just sometimes... he will squeeze her hand - a little.
Sometimes a subtle message comes from beyond this unbreachable wall of silent disability, and offers a glimmer of hope.
Despite the care, the lad is always catching infections. It is the way of it. One day, some day, an infection will take him, and it will all be over.
Until then, this remarkable woman goes and sits with him, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, as the wonders of modern medicine prolong the existence of her beloved son...