I descended the stairs slowly. Cane in hand and sunglasses on, this is how I should look. Am I not still pretending to be blind?
At the last step, I could see a young man in a sky-blue shirt sitting on the sofa in the living room.
I approached him slowly. He turned towards me.
Still young. Seems to be about my age. Is he really the doctor who will examine me?
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Delia, I'm Ryan, the doctor who will examine you, replacing Dr. Richard," he greeted flatly.
"Afternoon," I replied.
"Please sit down," I offered. He nodded and sat down on the sofa.
"Auntie Yara, the housekeeper, please bring a drink for the doctor. What would you like to drink?" I asked kindly.
"Anything," he replied briefly.
"Just water, Auntie," I said, and Auntie Yara nodded. Then Auntie Yara went a
