Obasaan knocked on the door and Jona invited her in. "Why are you eating alone?" She asked as she entered with something in her hands and looked at Jona, thinking he and Axel had fought again.
"Sit with me, Obasaan... Please," Jona patted the space on the bed and the old lady sat. "What is this?"
"These came in the mail for Axel," the lady handed two envelopes to Jona, who looked at them by tilting his head and a somewhat tentative smile.
"Thank you for bringing these. How are you? Did you eat? Tell me everything in detail."
The lady shook her head and chuckled. "Old age is my only complaint, son."
"That was not very detailed," Jona raised his brows with faux dejection.
Obasaan stroked his hair. "I have nothing to complain about. I have you as my family, and you take care of your
