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Untitled Part 7 Miracle! Grandma wakes up

After running for a while with Flora in his arms, Jason started to feel the strain, panting as he thought to himself, "Maybe I should work out more... I used to be able to run ten kilometers carrying a heavier load, and now I'm already this tired?"

"You're amazing, big brother!" Flora said excitedly, her cheery mood clear as day. Despite Jason running through the crowded streets, no one thought he was kidnapping a child, thanks to Flora's pure joy.

No one had ever told Flora much about Jason, but kids have a sharp intuition, or maybe it's a sixth sense. Somehow, Flora must have picked up on something. She clung to Jason constantly, looking up to him as if he were a hero.

"Flora, don't tell your mom, dad, or grandpa about me getting into fights, okay?" Jason said, making sure to remind her. The last thing he needed was for her to run home and proudly tell everyone about his little scuffle. He'd be in deep trouble if that happened.

Being cooped up at home for four years nearly drove him crazy. The space was just too small to hold someone like him, a young man with a heart yearning for freedom.

Jason felt like a bird finally escaping its cage, free to soar. The vast world called to him, but it also left him a bit lost—uncertain where to go next. Beating up those punks earlier had at least helped him release some of his pent-up frustration.

"It's still early. Let's go have more fun!" Flora said, hugging Jason's head, all excited.

"Sure! Where do you want to go?" Jason asked. In truth, he had no idea where to go. His knowledge of this city was far inferior to Flora's. He recognized some famous landmarks by name, but they were just that—names with no meaning.

"I know a really fun place! I'll show you!" Flora hopped down, grabbing Jason's hand, and pulled him toward the street.

She waved down a taxi. Even kids know to hail cabs these days? Man, the world is changing fast. Jason mused.

When they arrived at the "fun place" Flora had mentioned, Jason had no words. But, deep down, he did miss that carefree feeling of childhood. His own childhood had been so short, filled with burdens he hadn't asked for.

"This is only my second time coming to an amusement park," Jason thought. "It's been twelve years... Mom and Dad aren't around anymore..."

"You look sad, big brother... Don't be! You still have me!" Flora said, tugging at his shirt, trying to comfort him.

"You little rascal! Why didn't you ask your mom and dad to bring you here? Why drag me to the amusement park?" Jason didn't want Flora to sense his sorrow, so he quickly changed the subject, pretending nothing was wrong.

But like how quickly March weather changes, Flora's mood shifted. She burst into tears, catching Jason off guard.

Luckily, he knew her well enough. After a few moments of chaos, he managed to calm her down. Once she got her favorite candy, she murmured softly, "No one ever notices me. Only you know what I want..."

Jason felt a pang of guilt. Modern life had become so busy, especially for successful people. They had no personal time, losing touch with what truly mattered.

With that thought, Jason spent the whole afternoon with Flora, indulging in wild, carefree fun. He even snuck in a quick phone call to let the housekeeper know to tell his aunt and grandpa that they'd be out late. Then, without a care, he threw himself into making up for the childhood fun he'd missed out on.

As the sun began to set, Jason carried a worn-out but still excited Flora out of the park. She was so tired that she quickly asked to be carried. Whispering softly, she soon fell asleep on his back.

When they got home, Jason was bombarded with questions from his grandpa and aunt. He threw up his hands in frustration, leaving them with, "You should spend more time with Flora..." before retreating to his room, leaving the two adults standing there, speechless.

Later, his grandpa knocked and came in, finding Jason gently massaging his grandma, who had been living with him for two months. It was a way for him to care for her and treat her at the same time.

Grandpa sat on the edge of the bed, silently holding his wife's cold feet, deep in thought.

"Grandpa, do you think Grandma is still aware of anything?" Jason suddenly asked.

"Well... I think she might be," his grandpa said, but he didn't sound too sure.

"Doesn't that make it even worse for her? To be trapped in her body, unable to move or speak. Wouldn't it be better if she didn't have any awareness at all?"

"It's all my fault," his grandpa sighed. "I'm a brain specialist, and yet I couldn't stop this from happening... I've failed her."

"Yeah, it is your fault," Jason said bluntly, making his grandpa bristle. "But not because you couldn't help her. Your mistake was not paying enough attention to her. You're an expert in your field—you know how aging affects people. You should have been more careful about her diet and health."

Grandpa's eyes narrowed, but Jason continued, "If you'd noticed sooner, her cholesterol and blood sugar wouldn't have gotten so bad. That fall wouldn't have been so devastating. And now look—Grandma doesn't feel cared for, just like Flora. Today, Flora told me that no one ever pays attention to her, that I'm the only one who understands what she wants. Do you know what kind of impact that will have on her? If she grows up feeling this neglected, it's going to leave a mark on her personality."

There was a sound at the door. Jason opened it to find his aunt, tears streaming down her face. He turned back to his grandmother, taking her hand. "Come on, guys. Let's show the people we love that they matter. Don't let them feel lonely. Life's too short."

His aunt collapsed in sobs on his grandma's bed, crying harder than she had in years. Not since she was 18 had she let herself cry like this—this was different, more cathartic.

"Ah!" Grandpa suddenly exclaimed. Jason's heart leapt. His grandma's fingers had closed around his hand, and when he looked into her eyes, they were clear and full of life.

They gathered around her in joy, their eyes wet with tears. Grandma tried to speak, but no words came out.

They exchanged uncertain glances. Then, in a flash of realization, Grandpa shouted, "She said she's hungry! She's actually hungry!" He leaped around the room like a madman, his joyful tears making him look ridiculous.

Jason's aunt rushed to grab some snacks from the pantry. She quickly microwaved a bowl of porridge. While the food heated up, she tested its temperature, only for Grandpa to grab the spoon from her.

"I've wasted too much time on work. From now on, I'll stay by your side, all the way to the end," Grandpa said, feeding Grandma as tears welled up in her eyes.

Jason watched with a smile, feeling content.