That night.
Leah looked at her time and knew it was time to bath Israel again but heaven knew she was nervous to the bone and her mind was messy. If she had a choice, she would never have taken the job if she knew bathing him was going to be part of it. Bathing him in the morning was torture for her.
''Leah, you can do this. You just have to close your eyes and by the time you open them, it will be over'' Leah tried to reassure herself before she stepped out of her room.
When she walked to Israel's room, she clasped her hands to control her nervousness. It took her a lot of courage to knock at the door and asked.
''Sir, are you done? It's time to take your bath''
''Come in'' Israel's raspy voice said.
Leah opened the door slightly and peeped in before going all in. She saw Israel sitting on the wheelchair with a towel over his shoulder. Even though he was sitting down, Leah felt intimidated by his height.
