“What do you want to talk about?” I asked Brandon when we were alone, both Marlene and Liam, asleep in their room. Brandon paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor as if searching for the right words. He sighed, putting his hand over his head, his face looking tired and his eyes hollow as he stared at me.We both stared at each other like that. No one said a single word, letting the silence envelop us in its heavy embrace. The weight of unspoken thoughts hung in the air, begging to be released. It was as if the silence held the power to unravel our deepest fears and desires, urging us to confront the issues that had been plaguing our relationship."So..." I said, my voice trembling slightly as I struggled to find the right words. The tension in the room seemed to intensify, as if the weight of our unspoken emotions had grown too heavy to bear. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, a mix of fear and longing, as he searched for a way to break through the barriers that had bee

Brandon is sick, so I thought of cooking something great for dinner, something that Brandon and the kids can enjoy together in the comfort of their home. I decided to make a hearty chicken noodle soup, packed with nutritious vegetables and tender chicken. The warm and comforting aroma filled the house, instantly lifting everyone's spirits and creating a cozy atmosphere for our family dinner. Something that is simple but tasty and healthy. I’m not an excellent cook, as one may say, but I tried my best to cook something delicious with the help of recipe books and videos. And cooking takes so much time. It took hours for me to cook a meal for just two adults and two children. The good thing is that I don’t cook daily. Otherwise, it has been a hell of a lot of work for me. However, I have learned to appreciate the process of cooking and the joy it brings to my family. I looked at the time on my phone. It’s almost dinnertime, and Brandon is still asleep. I thought of not disturbing him,

My sweet little angels looked so dreadful right in front of my eyes, with their eyes red and puffy from crying their souls out just at the thought of losing Brandon. I couldn’t even think or imagine what would happen to them if something happened to Brandon. The fear of losing him was unbearable, as he was not only their father but also their rock and source of comfort. The thought of their innocent hearts breaking shattered me to the core.NO..... I stopped myself from thinking all the negative thoughts as I shook my head, shaking out all the mere negative thoughts. I reminded myself that Brandon was strong and resilient and had always found a way to overcome any obstacle. I held onto the belief that he would come out of this situation unscathed, reassuring myself that everything would be alright in the end.I embraced my arms around my kids, helping them calm their tears as I turned to face Brandon, who was asleep in his hospital bed. He looks comfortable and smooth at first glance,

But just for now, I want to forget about everything else. Today Brandon got special permission to leave the hospital, even after being so sick. And that is why I need to forget all my worries for now, and I had to focus on Brandon to see that his day was nice and calm. And he can spend all his time at home with the kids. I want to make sure that Brandon feels loved and supported during his time at home, as it will greatly contribute to his recovery. It's important for me to create a peaceful and nurturing environment for him where he can relax and enjoy quality time with our children."Hey," Brandon whispered to my ears. “What happened?”"Nothing," I replied, frowning with a mere whisper.I could sense the concern in his voice and see the worry lines forming on his forehead. It was clear that he wanted to understand what was bothering me, but I didn't want to burden him with my own worries when he needed all the support he could get. "Then why have you been so zoned out?" Brandon aske

The clock ticked thirteen, but the time seems to have stopped right at this moment. Seconds feel like a minute, and a minute feels like an hour, and every hour appears to be a lifetime.Every little thing around me looks so dismal as if a force is binding my mind and my soul into its grasp, and there is nothing I can do to change it other than stay immobile with dismal thoughts in my mind, waiting for someone to release me from this strong restraining hold. Surprisingly, this restraint is also something that keeps my reasoning, which is packed with all the dark and sad thoughts that are packed in my mind,But somewhere in my heart, there is also a hope that makes me believe that this time everything will go well and that nothing wrong will happen with Brandon, as it happened to Jared in the past.I know that right now, when I'm here occupied with my own thoughts, Brandon is fighting for life.I turned my eyes, looking at the operation room with the door closed, where Brandon and a tea