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.”

been a good boy, taking excellent care of us over the years because of you. He’s been searching for you

and spends the entire day in

day immersed in your diary, another lost in the

remembered what Damien was like

juggling numerous responsibilities, he manages to find time to revisit the countryside, immersing himself in the remnants of your

vegetables, paused. Her voice was

“Absolutely.”

wouldn’t lie

asked Dame why he would aimlessly sit in your

your prolonged absence, he might forget your face and scent, like many who lose

photos and exploring your belongings, ensuring that he can recognize you

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

long

wait patiently for him to return to reality and leave- the room. Only

lips, visualizing the scene as she listened

“L…”

stated, “I know he cares