David sat himself on the sofa in his mother's living room who was still being treated at the hospital. Nafa's condition is still unstable so she still needs treatment and control from a doctor. He is not alone, beside him there is Camelia who is now folding some of Nafa's dirty clothes into the bag that David will take home to be washed by Lana's aunt.
"Camelia? Sorry in advance. But if we're alone like this, I won't call you with frills sis." he said who was now watching every movement of Camelia's nimble hands.
"It's okay, we're the same age aren't we? Just as comfortable as you are David. I never had a problem with it"
"Aren't you tired?" asked David who was now resting his right cheek with his hand, still facing Camelia.
"No, I'm not tired at all. Why?"
"You know that's not what I
