Unknowingly, Marcel had forgotten about last night's incident where his brother, Kevin, proposed to Kayla, the woman who had stopped in his heart.
"Hey, you can't talk, can you?" Marcel sarcasm at the girl who seemed to be squatting to align her body with the grandmother who was sitting in a wheelchair. The girl smiled and stroked her white hair affectionately. Likewise with the grandmother, seemed to smile while holding tightly the hand of her beautiful granddaughter. His vision was a bit blurry so he couldn't clearly see his grandson's face.
"Sorry," the girl replied, placing her index finger on her lips. A sign that Marcel can't talk. Marcel grunted in annoyance and quickly turned to go home. His wet clothes were almost dry from the wind. But the girl hastily held Marcel's hand.
