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

turned to the bowl next to him. "What did

with the bowl in my hand. "There's not much ingredients in it. I only found flour, so I made some flour porridge. Have

out my hand to help him up. However, I moved too quickly, and

be, but fortunately, the bowl in my hand

I explained in a panic, "I didn't mean it just now. I just wanted to help you up, but I lost my balance."

still staring at me like

him up before handing the bowl to

raising his hand to take it, he looked at me and said, "Am I your patient now?"

such a huge hole on his

it's not too much if I ask you to feed me,

Milton, you're a serious man, so this doesn't come off

It was

understand him sometimes. How

I often saw my grandmother make this for me. I