He loved staring into my eyes, his mouth pouting as he complained, "The little rabbit likes to eat carrots, and I like carrots too. If you like the little rabbit, then you should like me!"
But things have changed.
I glanced at Oliver, observing him silently. Time had been kind to him, and the person in front of me overlapped with the memory I held. It felt as though nothing had changed, yet everything had.
Now, he sat there, pretending to be annoyed, but honestly eating the meal given by the little nurse. The soup I had brought for him was cold, with a layer of white oil floating on top.
Noticing this, the girl lifted it.
"Oops!"
The soup spilled all over the floor, and the greasy liquid splashed onto my skirt.
This skirt wasn’t pretty, but Oliver had made it for me himself, and it was my most treasured piece.
At first, I wanted to start over with him.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't sure."
"But Auntie, you're really something. I heard you've been married for over ten years. How could you forget such a small detail? Do you... not love my brother at all?"
I chuckled softly.
"I have something to take care of tonight, so I won’t be coming."