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On the third day after the surgery, Yale Allen had no significant trouble getting out of bed.
Luca pushed open the door and ran in.
"Brother."
Yale was sitting in a chair by the window, his hand receiving the IV resting on the armrest, without turning his head, "It's Uncle."
What a capricious uncle, more so than a child.
"Alright." Luca struggled to drag over a smaller chair next to the unpredictable uncle. An adult and a child, both wearing the same hospital gowns and looking up at the sky in the same way, "Uncle what are you doing?"
"Contemplating life."
How is a fourteen-year-old's experience supposed to get through a thirty-one-year-old's life?
That's what Yale pondered.
Luca propped up his little chin, "What is life?"
"You'll know when you grow up."
Luca was puzzled, "Why does it always have to be when you grow up? When I asked Mom when I could be discharged, she also said I need to grow up a bit more."
