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.”

taking excellent care of us over the years

and spends the entire day in your room.”

your diary, another lost

remembered what Damien was like back then.

esteemed Mr. Lenoir, juggling numerous responsibilities, he manages to find time to revisit the countryside, immersing himself in the remnants

voice was hoarse, and she

“Absolutely.”

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

sit in

with your prolonged absence, he might forget your face and scent,

your belongings, ensuring that

the light. “You should appreciate a man who treats you well, Cherise, she remarked, reminiscing.

in your room, a long queue of employees is

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

pursed her lips, visualizing the scene as she listened to

“L…”

breath, placed the washed vegetables into the basin, and stated, “I know he cares for me, and I