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

the house and spends the entire day in

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

vividly remembered what Damien was like back

juggling numerous responsibilities, he manages to find time to revisit

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

“Absolutely.”

“Aunt Wanda wouldn’t lie to

he would aimlessly sit in your room.

your face and scent, like many who lose

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

catching the light. “You should appreciate a man who treats you

a long queue of employees is waiting outside to report to him.”

to reality

scene as

“L…”

basin, and stated, “I know he cares for me, and I know I’m still in