Sure enough, Carrie's hand is pulling my sleeve.
"Carrie?" I am a little surprised. This is the first time she pulled my sleeve. However, I waited for a long time and didn't see her doing any more actions. Maybe it is just an accident. I turn off the light and adjusted the quilt for Carrie by my side. At this moment, I realized that my hand is caught by Carrie. I don't know if it is Carrie Smith's unconscious movement, so I didn't speak but I look at her in the dark.
What I didn't expect was that Carrie is drawing in my palm, and she is writing! "Sister!"
I recognized the word and opened my mouth in shock. Can Carrie write? Isn't she vegetative?
"Stop talking!" Carrie wrote again.
I swallowed back what I am about to say, but I’m really shocked. In the dark, I almost stared at Carrie b
