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.

the balcony and sat him down on a

good care of yourself. Didn’t anyone come

he explained, “I’ve been unconscious for the past few days, so I don’t know what happened. All I remember is that a nurse would bring me my meals and medication every

about Joseline? Doesn’t she

that she didn’t want anyone to disturb me,” Wilfred answered. Although it seemed like he was explaining on her behalf, it was not hard to discern the disappointment on his

outside the window, a gentle breeze brushed the hairs on his

his welcoming party soon, right? I’ve never seen that child before, but I’ve got him a gold locket. I

musings, and complicated thoughts swirled in

no bounds. He’s still thinking of her at the very end of his life. How

have some oatmeal. It

down her desire to tell Wilfred the truth, Angeline poured some oatmeal into a bowl and handed it to

still picked up the spoon and ate the oatmeal. He was touched, for Angeline had made it specially for

oatmeal, Wilfred felt a lot better. His complexion improved, and his face

of dealing with it since she was free. If I don’t tend to it, who knows how

to spend some time with Wilfred in the

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

you come to

pockets, Liam looked at

tracks and engaged in a conversation with

Are you on your rounds? It must

my job. Anyway, how’s Old Mr. Sorelle’s health

why but Joseline sent everyone away. How could Grandpa get

a hint of hatred

is complicated, so I shouldn’t say anything at this point

“What is it?”

someone

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