I cried for the people in the care home, sweetheart, the people who had nothing, no family to visit them, no reason to get up in the morning. I cried for the people I watched die alone, the people reaching the end of their lives and having nobody to share it with. I cried with frustration that I couldn’t help those people more, that I couldn’t do more hours to help them, that I couldn’t just walk away at night and forget the things I’d seen. I cried for many reasons, so many reasons I can’t remember them all, but not one of them, not once, not ever did I cry about you.”
