I looked at him, currently lying in his soft bed. He’s still sleeping. Mom and Dad brought us some food to eat when he wakes up. I softly caressed his hair, and I felt a light response from him. He seems to relax himself and enjoy my touch. I called him slowly by his name.
“Robert…”
“Robert…it’s me...” I said with a voice cracked, tears rushed on my face. He slowly opened his. He stared for a while at me, and was expecting to see someone, maybe it’s his wife, Mellaine, but in a couple of seconds, he realized that it is not here and it was me. I gave him a small smile. He looked around and I guess he also recognized where he is right now – at this parents’ house. After a while, soft knocks are heard from the door and we’re able to see both Robert’s parents, bringing with them the basket t
