97 - Grandpa died from his own poison

The next morning, Casper woke up to the delicious aroma of French toast, bacon, scrambled eggs, caramelised Bananas and a glass of warm milk. “Breakfast in bed,” Jenna was as bright as the morning sun and her smile was dazzling, melting the coldness of his heart. He smiled warmly.

Jenna was amazed because this smile was a full blown one she had never seen before. She went ahead to ask him, since Casper kept admiring her and hadn’t spoken. “Good morning and how do you feel?”

“This is the best day of my life,” Casper admitted, while he continued to stare with heavy emotions, into her grey eyes.

Jenna let out a shy smile and said, “wrong, you might feel good but our best days are yet to come.” She was planning ways of making him the happiest man on earth. She picked the cutlery, pressing the fork to the egg and cutting through with the table knife. She lifted a piece of scrambled egg to Casper’s thin lips that parted to receive it. “Here, I’ll feed and give you your medication.”

Casper