I sat beside Papa’s bed, watching him carefully as he adjusted his pillow. My fingers brushed against the rough skin of his hand.He was fifty-six now, and every line on his face told the story of a man who had lived hard and loved harder. Even behind the faint smile he always gave me, I could see the weight of his pain.Losing Mama six years ago had changed him completely. Her death wasn’t sudden. It came from an old injury that worsened day by day. At first, Corven’s herbs helped a little, easing her pain and allowing her to move without wincing too much. But soon, her body became resistant. Nothing we did could save her.Now, I could see the same thing beginning to happen to Papa.After Mama died, it felt as if a part of him had died too. His body weakened, his spirit dimmed, and for the first time, I realized how much he had relied on her care. Corven’s herbs still helped, giving him strength and easing the pain, but I could see his body starting to resist them, just as Mama’s had
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