For unbeknownst reason, man has trusted his instincts since the dawn of time.
Few minutes to dinner, I hear them shuffling in their seats. "Dad, mom is calling you!" Lucio shouted.
Something about me burning the mittens as he called for me, gives me uneasiness right away. I went ahead to see Kimm leaning on the chair, pale as paper.
"I told you to take a rest honey," I muttered under my breath. "Let me get the tray, we're going to have dinner in the room. Lucio, take Santino to his jar."
Lucio followed right away and fetch his mom's medicine and water as he sprang back in the living room. He's three years old but looks bigger for his age. For a young boy, his receptiveness and wit outperform other kids on our street. This trait he got from Kimm.
"Let me just rest for a few minutes. Let's watch Doraemon while having dinner, Lucio." she whispered. At this Lucio beamed in excitement. We spent that sunset nestled together in the couch.
Later as I recollect the sensation that swarmed me that moment, I finally resolve to call it panic. My instincts were telling me to rush Kimm to the hospital. I blame my indolence and lack of urgency to everything that transpired after.
But then again, I have a hundred percent devoted my logic and trust to my wife. Whatever she tells me, I submit myself to.
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Two Good People
RomansaWhat do you do when your wife suddenly shows up after being dead for two years? If Christmas miracle exists, this must be it for Jose and Lucio. Following the sudden loss of Kimm from his life, Jose's mourning seems to have no end. Everything change...
