This video portrays a scene that is not easily forgotten. A son lifts his father out of bed. The elderly man has an IV in, his body light, his neck stretched upward in search of an embrace. The son holds him with both arms, slowly, like someone who knows that what he has in his hands is priceless.
He takes him to his wheelchair. And along the way, several things happen.
They laugh. They kiss. The son offers him a flan he bought him that afternoon.
Nothing more. And everything.
Because behind that simple gesture are decades. There is a father who lifted him when he was little, who carried him when he could not walk, who fed him when he did not know how to ask. There are years that cannot be counted but that weigh on you, in the most beautiful way anything can weigh.
Now the father is light and the son has strong arms. And in that exchange lies everything that filial love does not know how to say with words but does know how to say with the body.
Caring for the elderly is not a burden. It is a debt repaid with joy, with a flan, with a stolen kiss along the way.
They carried us first.