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.”

over the years because of you. He’s been

he visits the house and spends the entire day in your

day immersed in your diary, another lost in the pages of your childhood photo

vividly remembered what Damien was like back

esteemed Mr. Lenoir, juggling numerous responsibilities, he manages to find time to revisit

Her voice was hoarse,

“Absolutely.”

wouldn’t

Dame why he would aimlessly sit in your room.

that with your prolonged absence, he might forget your face and scent, like many who lose the image of

why he spends time looking at your photos and exploring your belongings, ensuring that he

into the distance, her white hair catching the light. “You should appreciate a man who treats you well, Cherise, she

sometimes, while sitting in your room, a long queue of employees is

nobody dares to disturb him. Instead, they wait patiently for him to return to reality and leave- the room. Only after that do the employees approach him with

pursed her lips, visualizing the scene as she listened to Sarah’s

“L…”

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