Her Precious Baby

She sounded hesitant, for she was not used to calling him that.

Despite that, Wilfred was still overjoyed when he heard the way she addressed him, so much so that his spirits were immediately lifted.

“It’s good that you’re here. I’m glad. Thank you for coming.”

“I’m sorry I’m late. I wanted to visit you when you got admitted to the hospital, but Joseline wouldn’t let me in, so I could only find another opportunity to slip in.”

When Wilfred heard that, he heaved a huge sigh before saying apologetically, “That’s just how she is. I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through.”

A hint of hatred appeared in Angeline’s eyes at the mention of Joseline. She couldn’t bring herself to forgive Joseline, so she changed the topic.

“Grandpa, why don’t I bring you to the balcony to get some fresh air?”

“Okay. It’s been a while since I got some sunlight.” Wilfred cracked a rare smile.

At his consent, Angeline held his arm and helped him sit up in bed.

Just then, Floretta walked in with a pair of sandals in her hands. With a soft and adorable voice as warm as the sunlight in spring, she said, “Old Mr. Sorelle, put on some shoes so you can keep your feet warm.”

A look of shock lined Wilfred’s face as he heard that, and soon, he broke out into a wide smile.

“Oh, it’s you, Floretta. I didn’t expect to see you again.”

Instead of approaching him, Floretta merely smiled sweetly at him and replied in a cheerful voice, “Old Mr. Sorelle, if you want to see me, I can always ask Angel to bring me here.”

“That would be great! I’d love for you to come often, but I don’t think I have much time left.”

Upon finishing his sentence, he was overwhelmed by immense sorrow. He began coughing violently despite only speaking briefly.

helped him to the balcony and sat him

terribly ill, so you have to take good care of

been unconscious for the past few days, so I don’t know what happened. All I remember is that a nurse would

about Joseline?

disturb me,” Wilfred answered. Although it seemed like he was explaining on her behalf, it was not hard

breeze brushed the hairs on his

child before, but I’ve got him

musings, and complicated

still thinking of her at the very end of his life.

some oatmeal. It

tell Wilfred the truth, Angeline poured some oatmeal

the spoon and ate the oatmeal. He was touched, for Angeline had

lot better. His complexion improved, and his face was

laundry on the couch and thought of dealing with it since she was free. If I don’t tend to it, who

some time with Wilfred in the ward before carrying the laundry to the laundry

hour of washing the clothes, she stepped out of the room with the clean clothes in a basket. As soon as she reached

come to visit your

his pockets, Liam looked

in her tracks and engaged in

you on your rounds? It must be

is part of my job. Anyway, how’s Old Mr.

I don’t know why but Joseline sent everyone away. How could Grandpa get any better without

hint of hatred surfaced in

family is complicated, so I shouldn’t say anything at this point to make things worse, but there’s

“What is it?”

think someone is

helping Floretta stack the toy blocks she had brought over from school. While he was at