The Truth I Buried
Night settled quietly over the house. For the first time in many days, Daniel was home. No needles, no nurses walking in and out, no strange smell of medicine. Just the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the familiar sound of cartoons playing in the living room. He sat on the couch between his parents, though he leaned more against his father. His body was still weak, but his eyes were bright. Sandra sat on the floor, legs crossed, laughing at the television. Daniel smiled. “I missed this show.” Daddy look, it's spongebob. Gabriel glanced down at him. “You missed everything.” Daniel nodded seriously. “Even mummy’s rice.” Prisca, who was arranging plates on the dining table, paused and smiled softly. “You said you don’t like my rice last week.” Daniel shrugged. “Hospital food is worse.
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