He had never shared any of this with her.
All she knew was that he had brought Robin here for treatment. The facility was nice, the costs steep, but she wasn’t on the hook for them.
She hadn’t realized just how devoted he was to Robin’s care.
Suddenly, she was flooded with an indescribable emotion.
“Robin, can you understand what I’m saying?” Eliza asked, trying to connect with Robin. “Do you know my name?”
Robin was silent for a moment. Then, he slowly said, “Eliza.”
Tears burst from Eliza’s eyes like a dam breaking, pouring out uncontrollably.
She hugged Robin tightly, letting the mix of sadness and joy swirl around in her heart.
The man clumsily patted her back, “Sis, sis, don’t cry.”
“I won’t cry,” Eliza said, calming herself and wiping the tears from her eyes. She turned to the nurse, “If we keep up with the treatment, could he fully recover?”
The nurse, not being a doctor, hesitated to make a firm judgment. But it was clear he was getting better day by day.
“Ms. Eliza, I think there’s a good chance Robin will continue to improve. Recently, he’s been managing his emotions well, taking care of his own hygiene, and eating more than before. If it weren’t for his disability, I believe his mental state would be even better.”
Indeed.
This was such a joyful change.
After years of darkness, a ray of sunshine finally broke through the clouds in her heart.
She turned and pushed Mikey in front of Robin. “Robin, do you recognize Daddy?”
Robin’s gaze slowly moved to Mikey’s face.
He seemed to be studying a stranger, but the faint light in his eyes suggested a flicker of recognition.
Just as Eliza was about to lose hope, Robin struggled to say two words, “Dad, dad.”
“You recognize Dad, don’t you?”
Tears filled Eliza’s eyes as she tightly held Robin and Mikey’s hands, wanting to freeze this moment of warmth forever.
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