Grandmother was hospitalized, and the 86-year-old neighbor next door had no one to accompany him.

He wanted to go to the bathroom while receiving IV fluids and would hold the bottle himself, often bleeding back.
In the morning, he would take a cup of water to drink throughout the day, buy a box of rice for lunch and eat half, then let it cool and continue eating at night.
Grandmother couldn't bear to see it and said to bring him an extra portion of rice.
My mother firmly refused.
It's not that she lacks compassion, but she’s afraid.
The elderly person is of advanced age, and his health is unpredictable.
If he eats our food and feels unwell, and if family members don’t come regularly, could it turn around and blame us if something happens?
Grandmother was silent for a long time.
The next day, she asked the caregiver to pour an extra cup of hot water and place it by the old man’s bed.
She told him it was sent by the nurse.
The old man didn’t speak, poured the hot water into the leftover cold rice at noon, softened it, and continued eating.
On the day of discharge, his son finally came, and while handling the procedures, he said the missed work compensation was too expensive.
The old man didn’t look at him and lifted the cup of cold water at the bedside to drink.
At the bottom of the cup was a note, secretly written by him, asking the nurse to write it.
It said that my mother had called the nurse several times, covered him with a quilt several times, and poured water several times.
The handwriting on the last line was new, probably added just that morning, crookedly written: "The water is hot."
He folded the note neatly and put it into his shirt pocket, close to his chest.
When he walked to the nurse station, he was still telling his son that this cup of water wasn’t hot, and he didn’t need help pouring it, so they could go home.