Melody
The sun was setting, splashing a watercolor palette of oranges, pinks, and purples across the hospital room window when I arrived at Uncle Ben's room. He was there, ensconced in a bed too small for his tall frame, his eyes lost in the ghost of a memory. I cleared my throat, and he startled, eyes focusing in on me with a sheepish smile.
I had promised Aunt Waverly, who was suffering from emotional and mental fatigue that I was going to look after her husband, so she could get a break. I spent all of my time at the hospital like it was my second home, anyway.
"Melody," he greeted, the recognition in his eyes bringing a tug of relief to my heart. His memory was a fickle friend these days.
"Hey, Uncle Ben," I greeted, settling down on the chair next to his bed. His room smelled of s
