My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

My grandma used to make flour porridge for me when I was a child. She'd boil the water first, then put the flour into the water once it was boiled, and stirred the mixture while waiting for it to be cooked. The

flour porridge would be done after ten minutes.

It was thick and melted in your mouth. Although it was nothing fancy, it was a good stand-in for soup.

I saw Sebastian lying in bed with his eyes closed when I went back to the bedroom. It seemed he had fallen asleep.

I whispered, "Mr. Milton, are you asleep?"

He didn't respond. I put the flour porridge aside before helping him pull up the quilt.

He unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand. Shocked, I looked down and saw him staring at me.

I was a little surprised. "Did I wake you up?"

shook his head slightly. "No, I wasn't

the bowl

flour, so I made some flour porridge. Have a bite and see if it's edible." He tried to

I moved too quickly,

I'm sorry! I..." This was an awkward position to be, but fortunately,

panic, "I didn't mean it just now.

staring

up before handing the bowl to

looked at me and said, "Am I your patient now?"

not be, with such a huge hole on

I am, it's not too much if I ask you to feed me, right?" I was taken aback

"Mr. Milton, you're a serious man, so

bite. It was probably good as he nodded slightly, saying,

really couldn't understand him sometimes. How

head and said, "No. When I was a child, I often saw my grandmother make this for me. I just learnt how to cook it because it's something