Niya's POV continues::
Mr. Coldie nodded closing his eyes and I made my way towards him. I sat near him on his bed.
Hey, may I ask you something? . He again nodded. Why are you so careless? I can see his confused face and opened eyes, which were closed a few moments ago.
We both were talking but not so much, and aunt entered the room taking soup in her hands.
"Are you feeling good?" Aunt asked coming towards her. He slowly nodded. She came near him, and asked him if he wants to eat soup, and he said 'yes' by nodding again.
"Baby, come here I have to feed him." She was standing next to me.
I can see aunt from her face, how much she was tired. So I asked her without any hesitation.
"Aunt if you don't mind, May I feed him?" I asked her thinking . A smile carved on her lips saying,"yes".
"Aunt you should go and rest. I will feed him." She handed me the bowl and spoon.
She went out of the room leaving us. It seems you are still little, can't you even eat soup by own.
