The young boy wasn't as energetic as usual. He had been bed-resting for the last 3 days due to a cold. His face was red and feverish. However, he could stand it no more. He was agitated. He needed to get up and do something.
'This is not right', he thought. 'I have to do something before I root in my bed.'
He spread his view across his room. Across his bed, he could see his window in the middle of the wall and a bookshelf beside it, and a small single-arm chair on the other side of the window. He closed his eyes and touched his bed-side drawer by his left hand. He moved sideways, turned his back to the left and felt the coldness of the wall by his back. He faced his drawer and suddenly saw something was tucked behind it. He got out of his bed and crawled down, trying to get the thing.
"Aren't you supposed to be in bed, like a sick person usually do?" A sudden female voice surprised the young boy and he bumped his head. His body was under the drawer from head to waist. That female voice chuckled with the oddity in front of her.
"Can you get out from there? Or do you want me to pull you out?"
"It's OK, I can get out by my self." He crawled back and out. "Oh, it's you Lynn."
"Can't you recognise it just from my voice?"
"Oh, well. I am still dizzy. Ever single sound is like an explosion in my ears."
"That's why you should be in your bed, just like a good sick person." She pulled his hands and carried him in difficulty. A 10-year-old boy was definitely not light anymore.
"Here, I brought an onion soup and spinach pie from Granny Lisda. She was worried if something happened, until your father came and brought some blueberries to us."
"My father came to the shop?"
The young lady nodded her hear while preparing the soup and pie.
"That's... unusual."
The young lady looked at him, "Explain how unusual is it?"
The young boy looked at her hesitantly. He threw his eyes over the window.
"My father is very quiet. He doesn't talk much and walk like... a ghost, perhaps? Nearly no sound. Well, and I never expect he would go to the city and even delivered something to the shop."
"Hem," the young lady touched her chin, tapped it several times, "Indeed, he didn't talk much. But it seemed like granny favours him."
"He was helped quite a lot before. I think my mother said that my father is like a brother to uncle Ted." The young boy started to dig in the pie.
The young boy looked at her hesitantly. He threw his eyes over the window.
"My father is very quiet. He doesn't talk much and walk like... a ghost, perhaps? Nearly no sound. Well, and I never expect he would go to the city and even delivered something to the shop."
"Hem," the young lady touched her chin, tapped it several times, "Indeed, he didn't talk much. But it seemed like granny favours him."
"He was helped quite a lot before. I think my mother said that my father is like a brother to uncle Ted." The young boy started to dig in the pie.
"Uncle Ted? Even you refuse to call granny Lisda as grandma or else, but you call uncle Ted with uncle?"
He looked at her with innocent face, "Is it wrong?"
She scratched her head which wasn't actually itchy, "Hahaha, no, nothing is wrong. I am just still not used to your logic."
He immediately ignored her and started digging into the onion soup.
"So, what did you actually come here for? You can actually ask my father to give this to me instead."
The young lady took a short glance at him, "Sharp, aren't you?"
He looked at her with innocent face, "Is it wrong?"
She scratched her head which wasn't actually itchy, "Hahaha, no, nothing is wrong. I am just still not used to your logic."
He immediately ignored her and started digging into the onion soup.
"So, what did you actually come here for? You can actually ask my father to give this to me instead."
The young lady took a short glance at him, "Sharp, aren't you?"
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