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.”

care of us over the years because of you. He’s

the house and spends the

your diary, another lost in

vividly remembered what Damien was like

manages to find time to revisit the countryside, immersing himself in the remnants of

vegetables, paused. Her voice was hoarse, and she croaked,

“Absolutely.”

Wanda wouldn’t lie

why he would aimlessly sit in your room. Do

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

that he can recognize you instantly if he comes

should appreciate a

in your room, a long queue

reality and leave- the room. Only after that do the employees approach him

lips, visualizing the scene as

“L…”

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