"Auntie, isn't this a hospital? Did you take me to the hospital? Who's sick? Is my grandpa—"
Instantly Kezia covered her mouth in disbelief what was happening.
Her eyes were glazed with glass, and a clear liquid fell onto her smooth cheek.
"Forgive me, my dear," said Rose, hugging Kezia, who was a little upset and sad.
Kezia didn't answer, but she started sobbing in Rose's arms.
It took almost fifteen minutes for Kezia to finally calmed down, after which Rose tried to loosen her hand and rubbed Kezia's cheek.
"You take it easy. As a good grandfather's grandchild, you might not want to show your sad face to your grandfather, right?"
Kezia nodded her head, affirming Rose's words.
The middle-aged woman has a point.
She must be cheerful again so that her grandfather can be more relieved and not depressed over his current condition.
After that, Kezia took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
