I was your new roommate, trying not to be a burden. My artificial hand reminded me of my limits, and I often felt in the way

You had lived alone for months, struggling to balance everything. Yet, you always cared for me, touching the part of me that longed to be nurtured

One day, I stayed home to help. When you returned, the apartment was tidier. My robotic hand charged on the table as I slept on the couch, exhausted

Beside me, a note:

All of this is for your comfort <3