My mother passed away a few years ago. My father was weak and mostly bedridden. I installed a camera in my father's room so that I could check on him when I was out. My care was in vain, and my father was getting weaker day by day. Hoping that he would get a little stronger, I hired a caregiver. One day, when I checked the footage from the camera, I saw my father massaging and holding the caregiver's breasts, opening his mouth and soaking in breast milk.