"What the hell are you doing?" I eyed him.
"Checking if you're all right." he stated.
"I don't need your freaking help." I rolled my eyes.
"This tree..." He suddenly said. I glance at him, raising my eyebrow. He intently gaze at the mango tree, its leaves rustling in the wind. I look up as well. Hoping he'd explain it further. But he didn't, instead he heavily sigh and shook his head. His eyes landed at me and gave me a half smile. Abruptly, he looks away.
Did I just saw a tear that dropped on the grass? I blinked a few times trying to recall the vivid image. But to no luck, it was like I was making my own imagination, again. I shook my head as I glance up at him and he was patiently waiting for me.
"Jerk," I mumble, but he didn't react, nor did he said a word to get right back at me. I turn around and I see Gramps walking toward us. Caleb and I met him halfway. He glances at Caleb.
