145 JOYFUL NOTES

ANDRE’S POV

I stood still, eyes fixed on my mother as she walked up to me. I was supposed to go pay Ariel a visit at the hospital, cause I had a feeling she would be there. Now I was being delayed by my parents. Just great, I was the one who brought this upon myself. I woke up, got ready for work, forgetting that about Ariel.

“You’re going to work?” My mother asked, she had gotten a little bit closer to me.

“Yes. But I’ll be going to the hospital first to see how Ariel and Luke are doing.”

“Oh right. We should go and see them, don’t you think?”

“You want to come along?”

“Yes, of course. Ariel is like a daughter to me, so I really need to check up on her.”

“Okay then, we can start leaving now.”

“Woah woah woah, young man. Not so fast” my mother spoke, and I gave her a curious look.

“Anything?”

“Yes, I thought you were wounded last night.” She crossed her arms.

“Yes. Yes I was,” I responded.

“And you’re feeling better now?”

“Yes,” I answered and let out a sigh. “I am feeling better now,” I added. Honestly, when I woke up this morning, took my bath, and put on my clothes, I totally forgot I got some scars on my body. Like, it wasn’t even painful. It was like nothing happened last night.

“Are you sure about that?” My mother gave me a skeptical look.

in. “Can’t you see how he’s standing

I can

man, and

mom burst into

a puzzled

mom refused to answer, as her laugh got harder. And seeing her cracking up like

so funny?” She fixed

My dad gaped at her.

and you

those weren’t no ordinary bees.” He tried

taunting him. “Oh tell

know what? I’m out of here.” My dad marched upstairs.

playful mode. “Mom, you got to

should get going then. But have do

he stormed out of

that?” she raised an

walked

I could

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ARIEL’S POV

faint murmurs of nurses outside the door created a dull backdrop to my thoughts, which were

condition.

on the floor, and began to shudder. The scene was really frightening, but thank God we had already arrived at the hospital when it happened. He was rushed to a room

at me.

festive sounds could be coming from in such a somber place. Then, as if materializing out of thin air, a group of Mexican

leather boots. They carried guitars, trumpets, and maracas, their fingers flying expertly over the strings and keys, producing a cacophony of joyful melodies that seemed to dance

the musicians began to

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