His Eagle Eyes on Me

Twelve years had passed, and Taronia was experiencing an exceptionally harsh and unforgiving winter.

The doctor had come to give the old woman an injection, but her skin no longer allowed him to find her veins.

He shook his head at Irene before leaving.

Tears rolled down Irene's face as she watched the doctor leave.

"Irene..." murmured the old woman weakly.

Irene swiftly wiped her tears away and calmed herself before turning around and heading back to bed.

"Don't be afraid, Grandma. The doctor forgot to bring the medicine. He is heading back to the clinic to take it." Irene did not want the old woman to worry.

The old woman had been bedridden and ill ever since she had tripped and fallen a year ago. Had Irene not tended to her carefully, she would have passed away a long time ago. After a year of fighting to survive, the old lady felt weak and weary. She had no energy left to continue the fight. She had been unable to eat for three months and had wasted away. She had become a living skeleton because of the lack of nutrition. A sharp pain lanced through her chest with every breath she took.

cry..." the old woman held onto Irene's hands

you to go. Please!" Irene sobbed as she clutched the old woman's frail hand in her own. "What should I do if you are gone? I want you

woman felt as though the pain had subsided

when Irene walked into

sobbed as she whispered, "You have to... be happy... Be careful... of bad

her tears,

the mask... Not until...

many times over the years, and Irene nodded.

You've always

on the past year of her life. Though she had refused to be treated at

penny to her name, so the old woman realized that she must be working multiple jobs to make ends

heard the old woman sigh. Unable to utter a single word, she

track of time. Irene wiped her tears away and looked up at the old woman, who was looking back at

told me who my dad is... Can you tell me now?" Irene sobbed and asked. "I won't look for him. I promise. I'm just curious." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website