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“You’re right. I’ll think about it,” the old Mr. Nacht said, nodding in agreement.

“Can you help me move my sister to this room too? It’s easier for me to look after the both of them here,” Robbie requested, only for a few nurses to appear at the door just seconds later with his sleeping sister in tow.

“That’s already settled,” the old Mr. Nacht said. “Anything else?”

Robbie lowered his gaze and thought about it for a moment before answering, “That’s it for now.”

“Alright then, it’s my turn now,” the old Mr. Nacht said with a grin. “Can you help me?”

“Help you?” Robbie asked as curiosity got the better of him.

The old Mr. Nacht pointed at the basket sitting on the table and said, “My family sent me lots of food, but I don’t really have much of an appetite. Can you help me finish them? I don’t want to waste food, after all.”

As he spoke, Spencer walked over to the table and unpacked the lunch boxes.

basket, and he watched with starry eyes as all the dishes appeared

sight of the food

Mr. Nacht said with an exasperated sigh. “Oh dear, looks like you can’t finish it

was

and patting her shoulder gently.

her face in Robbie’s

coming soon!” Robbie said, wiping her tears away. “Are you

I’m hungry,” Ellie answered,

he helped Ellie up into a sitting position. He walked back to the old Mr. Nacht’s side and bowed to him. “Thank you, Grandpa

need to thank me!” the old Mr. Nacht said hurriedly. “You’re doing

we’re still eating food that was meant for you,” Robbie said, raising his head to meet the old Mr. Nacht’s eyes. “When my Mommy and Mrs. Berry are here, I’ll ask them to cook twice the amount

the old Mr. Nacht said, touched by Robbie’s

Robbie said, sticking out