Robert was 59 years old and lived with his only son, 18-year-old Daniel.
Once, he had been one of the hardest-working men in the neighborhood. He worked construction in the mornings and at a warehouse in the evenings. He often returned home at midnight, but whenever little Daniel was sick, he stayed awake all night beside his bed.
Robert rarely bought new clothes for himself because he wanted his son to have everything he needed.
But four years earlier, his wife, Margaret, had passed away.
From that day on, Robert seemed to lose his will to live.
He quit his job, started drinking alcohol every day, and spent hours eating in front of the television.
Over the years, his weight reached 201 kilograms.
He could no longer walk independently, take a bath, or even reach the toilet without assistance.
Worst of all, Robert had begun neglecting his personal hygiene. Such a strong, unpleasant odor filled his room that even his own son didn’t want to enter.