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?"

head

gaze had turned to the bowl next to him. "What did you

my hand. "There's not much ingredients in it. I only found flour, so I made some flour porridge. Have a bite and see if it's

moved too quickly, and ended up falling right on top

an awkward position to be, but

caught him staring and I explained in a panic, "I didn't mean it just now. I just wanted to help you up, but

he still staring at me

him up before handing the bowl to

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

could he not be, with such a huge hole

much if I ask you to feed

pursed my lips and regarded him sternly. "Mr. Milton, you're a serious man, so this

took the bowl from me and took a bite. It was probably good as he nodded slightly, saying, "Did

sometimes. How could he

"No. When I was a child, I often saw my grandmother make this