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 because of you. He’s

the house and spends the entire day in your room.”

your diary, another lost in

remembered what Damien was like back then.

find time to revisit the countryside, immersing himself in

hand, holding vegetables, paused. Her voice was hoarse,

“Absolutely.”

Wanda wouldn’t

asked Dame why he would aimlessly sit in

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

ensuring that he can recognize you

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

he’s busy, sometimes, while sitting in your room, a long queue of employees is waiting outside

disturb him. Instead, they wait patiently for him to return to reality and leave-

pursed her lips, visualizing the scene as she

“L…”

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