After a while, the old man got used to the smell in his mouth.

He took another bite of the fruit.

......

The old woman will like this fruit.

She likes the sour and sweet taste.

I used to buy some sour and sweet fruits for him, but every time I lied to him that the fruits were very sweet this time.

Then I smiled happily when I saw his wrinkled face.

...

The old man finished eating the fruit.

A smile appeared on his face as he recalled the interesting scenes of the past.

...

This smile made the little monster a little confused again.

Smiled...

In other words, the old man likes this fruit.

but……

The little monster used his claws to stretch his eyes.

I always feel that the old man’s smile seems to be more than happy?

...

“…It’s delicious.”

The old man murmured softly.

The little monster was no longer confused.

It smiled and narrowed its eyes.

That's it.

It has a good vision.

...

The old man looked at the photos on the bedside table.

A gentle look.

It has a little remembrance.

...

The little monster picked another fruit.

This time, it was not placed on the windowsill, but on the bedside table.

Just next to that photo frame.

...

The old man refused the support of his care and slowly returned to the room from the toilet by himself.

Lean back on the bed.

The old man let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, compared to the state where he could not move at the beginning, he can now take a few simple steps.

The smile that had just appeared on the raised face stopped.

The old man suddenly supported his upper body.

Fruit?!

...

The old man was stunned.

Where did this fruit come from?

It was already strange that fruit appeared on the windowsill yesterday.

But at least it can be explained barely.

Although the big tree is still a little far from his windowsill...

...

Could it be that this fruit was blown in by the strong wind?

It landed on his bedside table so well?

...

The old man shook his head.

No matter what...

Is it really such a coincidence?

The old man doesn't know.

...

The old man reached out and picked up the fruit.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on his familiar face in the photo frame next to him.

“…You gave it to me?”

"Your bad habit has not changed for so long..."

The old man whispered.

A gentle and helpless smile appeared on his face.

He took a bite of the fruit.

The sour and sweet smell made him subconsciously wrinkle his facial features.

"Me too……"

After eating so much... I still haven't gotten used to the taste.

...

Seeing the old man's smile, the little monster nodded with satisfaction.

It doesn't waste it doesn't eat it itself, and gives the best fruit to the elderly.

...

"Um?"

The old man looked at the bedside table and paused.

After a few days, he had become accustomed to looking at the bedside table from time to time.

In addition to the fruits that are available every day in the past few days, there is also a small flower on the bedside table.

A red unknown wild flower.

...

The old man carefully picked up the flowers and leaned over to his nose and sniffed them.

A faint fragrance of flowers appears and disappears.

The bright colors of the flowers made the old man's face brighter.

...

The old man turned his head and looked out the window.

Today is cloudy.

It was a little dark.

In addition, the scenery outside the window is exactly the same as what he has seen all along.

The old man's doubts that were fading in his heart rose again.

Who is it?

...

He also thought about "catching" this mysterious guy.

He didn't know if he was thinking too much.
To be continued...