I returned home with a myriad of worries in my heart. As soon as I opened the door, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
Looking at the two intertwined figures in the transparent door frame, I instantly understood.
Zevanka was here again.
Ever since she came back, I could not count how many times she had come to my house and stay overnight, using the excuse of being locked outside her house.
With just one phone call and one text message, Cornelius overcame all difficulties and ran to pick her up.
He always said that Zevanka was his younger sister who grew up with him and was very pitiful because she had no father or mother.
He was entrusted by her uncle and aunt to take care of her.
After a long time, I also agreed with this statement.
As long as Zevanka had something to order, I would go if Cornelius was not around.
From time to time, I went from being Cornelius' wife to being their shared caregiver.
But because of Cornelius, I was willing to accept it.
"Why did you just come home? Zevanka and I have already taken a bath, so hurry up and make the bed for her."
"She likes to sleep on Tencel cotton, don't make the mistake again."