Fein opened his eyes, the familiar ceiling of his room greeted him, and the soft mattress of his bed gave him a comfortable feeling. He just stared dazedly at the ceiling for a whole minute.
After his head became clear from the after-effects of sleep, he stood from his bed. He sweeps his eyes on his room which he hasn't seen in a long time. The room was spotlessly clean, he knew that his mother took care of his room even when he was far away. Because even the kinds of stuff like his cabinet were arranged neatly.
He looked at his missing right hand and sighed. His mother and sister tried to convince him to get a prosthetic but how would they know that there's a way to regrow it? Their worried faces last night were still fresh on his mind. But her mother and sister were so considerate and they didn't even inquire about it.
He shook his head at his mother and sister's way of treating him. He's not that delicate as a person, right?
