My Blind Husband

“So, this must be Auntie.”

Soren and Sera affectionately clung to Elvis, persistently requesting stories from Cherise’s childhood.

Elvis held Sera in his arms and took Soren by the hand. He told them stories about Cherise’s joyful childhood in the countryside, which he knew well.

“Uncle Shaw hasn’t changed and hasn’t aged a bit.”

In the kitchen, Cherise, immersed in preparing dinner, couldn’t help but interject.

“Really? Can’t you see how much I’ve aged?”

Sarah chuckled as she sorted vegetables, “Cherise, why don’t you consider staying longer?”

Cherise paused in her vegetable preparation; her hand lingered under the water. “I’m still unsure.”

“What’s holding you back?”

Sarah glanced at her. “You’re not getting any younger, and your child is already grown. Stop hesitating.”

the years because of you. He’s been searching for you for five long

the house and spends the

in your diary, another lost in

Damien was

manages to find time to revisit the countryside,

paused. Her voice was

“Absolutely.”

sighed, “Aunt Wanda wouldn’t lie to you.”

he would aimlessly sit in your room. Do you know what he

your face and scent, like many

your belongings, ensuring that he can recognize you instantly if he

gazed into the distance, her white hair catching the light. “You should appreciate a

while sitting in your room, a long queue of

patiently for him to return to reality and leave- the room. Only after that do the employees approach him

visualizing the scene

“L…”

the washed vegetables into the basin, and stated, “I know