Chapter Forty-four

"CRESIA'S favorite color is black," Lenos told my father when the latter noticed the black roses displayed in my hospital room. "She likes everything that is color black," Lenos continued with a smile. "Black flowers, black flowers, black dress…"

I was also here at the hospital with them. I was standing at the one corner of the room while watching and listening to everything they were talking about. 

I looked at my father. One of the nurses informed Lenos that my father visits me here every day. Just yesterday, when Lenos and I went to the hospital, we saw him here together with his son—I mean, my brother. Well, until now, I still couldn't believe the fact that I have a brother. 

"She reminds me of Catherine, her mother," my father said, a smile on his face. "I remembered I once gave her a sun