Jessica nodded. “I know. But… I’m scared. Scared this happiness might not be real. Scared I’m hoping too much.”
“That just means you’re human,” Randy replied calmly. “All you need is one thing: allow yourself to believe. Just a little. A little is enough to take the next step.”
Jessica gave a faint smile. “I want to believe, Dad.”
Randy took her hand—warm and steady. “You’ve come this far. That’s more than enough for today.”
The front door creaked open. Anya toddled over in her elephant-print pajamas, slightly loose-fitting. “Auntieee! Hug!”
Jessica laughed—finally, a light, genuine laugh—and opened her arms wide. “Come here, sweetheart…”
Anya jumped into her lap, nestling her face into Jessica’s chest, then whispered, “Auntie’s all better now?”
Jessica kissed the top
After finishing her water, Jessica returned to the living room to play with Anya. She helped build a little house out of sofa cushions, made a tiny blanket from a handkerchief, and drew windows on paper that they then taped to the sides of the “house.”As midday came and the sun grew hotter, Anya yawned several times. Jessica led her to the bedroom, laying her down in her arms and humming a soft song.Gradually, Anya drifted off to sleep.Jessica stayed there, staring at the plain white ceiling. She felt like the room itself—calm, without unnecessary decorations, but enough.By late afternoon, her phone rang softly. She stepped out of the room so as not to wake Anya. On the screen, Kevin’s name appeared. Jessica stared at it for a few seconds before answering.“Hello?”“Hi, Jess…” Kevin’s voice was cautious. “Can we talk for a bit?”Jessica hesitated. “Now?
Jonas raised his eyebrows. “Well, maybe you don’t know me that well yet.”Jessica laughed softly—a laugh she hadn’t allowed herself to feel freely in a while. It felt good, having that lightness in her again. Free, easy.“Anya,” Jonas called gently as he approached. “Can I sit here?”Anya patted the floor beside her. “Sit here. We’ll build a big bridge.”Jessica smiled. She let Jonas sit and help with the blocks. The three of them formed a small, warm circle. Block by block, color by color, they stacked and arranged. Sometimes it leaned. Sometimes it fell. But they always built it back up together.Before long, Anya began to yawn. She leaned against Jessica’s arm and rubbed her eyes.“Sleepy, sweetheart?” Jessica asked softly.Anya nodded sleepily.Jessica stood, lifting Anya in her arms—her body now heavier, but still
“Auntie, is this a bridge?” she asked, glancing up and pointing at the blocks.Jessica nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. A very beautiful bridge.”Anya giggled, then returned to her task. At the same time, Jessica turned toward the kitchen. She could hear dishes being washed gently, and her father’s breath occasionally shaky with age. Yet, there were no complaints. No angry voices or demands.It had been a long time since Jessica experienced such a peaceful morning.Before, mornings were the most exhausting time: waking up nauseous, hiding the pain, pretending everything was fine. But now, morning had turned into something gentle. She knew her body wasn’t fully healed—there would still be tired days, follow-up visits, and restrictions—but the weight in her chest no longer felt the same.Anya called out again, “Auntie, let’s make a house?”Jessica smiled. “Let’s do it.&rdqu
About half an hour later, Randy emerged from his room, his hair still slightly damp and his shirt a bit wrinkled. “Have you eaten breakfast?”Jessica shook her head. “Not yet, Dad. But Anya’s had her milk.”“Good.” Randy walked to the kitchen, then peeked into the living room. “You look fresher today.”Jessica nodded. “This morning feels lighter.”Randy didn’t say anything else, but the calm smile on his face said it all. He started taking out ingredients for breakfast: eggs, bread, and some leftover stir-fry. Jonas stood up and joined him in the kitchen, as usual offering small help—sometimes accepted, sometimes declined.Jessica remained in the living room, now tidying up Anya’s scattered blocks. Her hands felt stronger today. Her eyes no longer puffy. And for the first time in a long while, she felt not just like she was surviving—but truly living.A
Soon after, Randy came inside, hanging his jacket by the door. “You’ve already cleaned up the kitchen? Looks like I’ve got no chores left today.”Jessica stood and gave her father a quick hug. “It’s team work. This morning, kitchen duty was ours.”Randy smiled and kissed his daughter’s head. “You look fresher this morning.”Jessica nodded. “I do feel better, Dad.”The three of them sat at the dining table, sipping tea and nibbling on biscuits. There were no heavy conversations—just light chatter about blooming flowers in the garden and the neighbor who recently replaced their fence. Jessica listened patiently. She had a quiet desire to capture this morning in her memory. A peaceful morning, without pressure, without big decisions. Just love, in its simplest form.After a while, Jonas glanced at his watch. “I need to head to the hospital—one of my patients need
Jessica nodded. “I know. But… I’m scared. Scared this happiness might not be real. Scared I’m hoping too much.”“That just means you’re human,” Randy replied calmly. “All you need is one thing: allow yourself to believe. Just a little. A little is enough to take the next step.”Jessica gave a faint smile. “I want to believe, Dad.”Randy took her hand—warm and steady. “You’ve come this far. That’s more than enough for today.”The front door creaked open. Anya toddled over in her elephant-print pajamas, slightly loose-fitting. “Auntieee! Hug!”Jessica laughed—finally, a light, genuine laugh—and opened her arms wide. “Come here, sweetheart…”Anya jumped into her lap, nestling her face into Jessica’s chest, then whispered, “Auntie’s all better now?”Jessica kissed the top