She blew softly on the spoon, cooling the liquid, and then offered it to her grandma.
She was helping her grandma, taking care of her, just like her grandma had done for her many times. The roles had changed, but their love stayed the same.
"Thea this soup is great." Grandma said, enjoying every bite.
"And did you share that chocolate with him?"
"I believe the chocolate he had was up to his taste." Thea replied, her voice laced with sadness, longing, and a hint of despair. Her words were spoken softly, as if the memory of the scene was still too painful to speak aloud.
Grandma Grace nodded, pleased. "I'm glad he enjoyed the chocolate."
Thea chose not to reveal that the chocolate was already being enjoyed by him in the company of another.
"Have you eaten yet?"
Thea shook her head.
"Hand me the tray." Grandma directed, her voice soft yet authoritative.
