“Are you feeling better dear?” Scott asked her. he watched as Violet looked at him and flashed a weak smile.
“Yes daddy” she answered and even her voice was weak as she responded. Turning to his father, Scott looked at the older man and it seemed as though he was getting weaker as the days went by.
“Father, are you feeling better now?” without looking at Scott, his father raised a thumbs up. Without saying another word, Scott took his seat at the dining room table and drank his soup.
“All done” Violet showed off her empty bowl and Mrs. Doyle rewarded her with a sweet.
“Violet can you please go to your room, get your things ready because we are about to leave,” Scott told his daughter.
“Yes, daddy” She responded, jumping off the chair and running out of the kitchen leaving just Mrs.
