Eliza set the breakfast on the table. She glanced at Casper, sitting motionless on the floor and walked over to him gently. Her warm and gentle voice reminded him, "Breakfast is ready."
Only then did he lift his face from his knees. At that moment, Brock also came out of the bathroom. He looked at Casper’s face and paused. "Uncle? Isn't that Mr. Casper? Mom, I thought Mr. Casper was dead. He..."
"He..." Eliza didn't really know how to explain, "...just looks like him."
Brock shook his head in disagreement. "He is Mr. Casper. I recognize Mr. Casper."
Brock walked up to Casper and took his big hand. "Mr. Casper, you're not dead? That's great. As long as you're here, no kids will bully me anymore."
Eliza was speechless.
Were kids bullying her son? She hadn't heard him mention that.
"Mr. Casper, let's have breakfast together."
Casper didn't show any aversion to Brock, letting him lead by the hand to the breakfast table.
"Mr. Casper, I'll peel an egg for you. I am really good now." Although Brock didn't peel the egg perfectly, he did it with great joy. "Here, eat this."
Casper glanced at Brock. Then he looked down at the egg in the small hand and bent down to bite into it.
Brock blinked, somewhat incredulous. "Mom, why did Mr. Casper bite my egg? What's wrong with him?"
"He..."
"Is Mr. Casper sick?" There was a touch of compassion in Brock’s eyes. He took Casper’s big hand and rubbed it against his small face. "It's okay, Mr. Casper. I'll take care of you."
Eliza couldn't quite name the feeling in her heart. She felt a bit mushy inside.
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