Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Nyla opened the left drawer of the desk, relying on her memories, and sure enough, her childhood photo album was there. She pulled it out, dusted it off, and opened it.

The first page displayed a photo of her at one-month-old. She was lying on a bed, wearing a pink knitted hat adorned with colorful flowers, and dressed in matching knitted clothes her mother had made. Looking at the rosy-cheeked baby, Nyla couldn't help but smile.

Damon had approached her from behind, peering at the album in her hands, and smiled back. "You were so cute as a kid."

Nyla turned around and handed him the album. "Take your time looking through it. I'll see what else Dad might need."

Damon nodded. "Okay."

Stepping out of the bedroom, Nyla didn't see Harrison in the living room.

After searching around, she found him on the balcony.

Harrison stood by the railing, gazing at the nearby elementary school playground with a hint of nostalgia.

He had lost quite a bit of weight during his hospital stay and was wearing the smallest clothes he could find, which still hung loosely on him, giving his figure a frail appearance.

lip, walking over to him. "Dad,

the playground. "You went to school here when

Nyla nodded. "I do."

during gym class on Wednesdays. Sometimes, I'd come back and join her. You were so small back then," Harrison reminisced, gesturing to

memories of elementary school felt distant to Nyla, with only

known her mother watched her from the balcony. They

didn't want to dwell on those memories,

quickly changed

alone. How about I hire a housekeeper to help with your daily

helpless yet. And I'd prefer not to have anyone

then

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I find someone to come over daily, cook for you, and clean afterward?

that he was about to refuse again, she pressed on, "You wouldn't want me to worry every day about whether you're

"Alright," Harrison relented.