Once Travis and Donna got to the corridor, Melissa, his mother, hugged him and shed tears.
Travis held the urge to burst into loud tears and dropped them one by one. “It’s okay, Mom.”
He hugged his dad, too, and followed them home after they discharged him after the doctor’s test.
Donna brought him a coffee and held another one in her left hand.
“Thank you,” Travis said.
“You don’t need to thank me. Anyway, this is the last drink I would share with you.”
“No. We would meet again. Trust me.”
Donna smiled and gave Travis a high five. “I trust you.”
The old Mr. Hernandez brought a photographer to give them many shots before Charles traveled with Melissa and Donna.
Travis agreed to snap pictures with his parents and Donna, but he didn’t agree to snap a picture with Granny.
The old
