After a while, the old man got used to the taste in his mouth.
He took another bite of the fruit.
The old woman would have liked this fruit.
She liked things that were both sour and sweet.
She used to buy him all sorts of sour-sweet fruits, always lying that this batch was very sweet.
Then she would laugh happily when she saw his face wrinkle.
The old man finished the fruit.
A delighted smile spread across his face as he recalled an amusing moment from the past.
The little monster was a little confused by his smile.
He was smiling...
That meant the old man liked the fruit.
But...
The little monster used its paws to widen its eyes.
It felt like the old man's smile wasn't just one of happiness.
"...It's delicious."
The old man murmured softly.
The little monster stopped worrying at once.
Its eyes narrowed into a smile.
Of course.
It had a very good eye.
The old man looked at the photograph on his bedside table.
His expression was gentle.
There was a hint of remembrance in his eyes.
The little monster picked another fruit.
This time, it didn't put it on the windowsill, but on the bedside table.
Right beside the photo frame.
The old man refused the caregiver's help and slowly made his way from the bathroom back into the room, one hand against the wall.
He climbed back into bed.
The old man let out a soft breath.
At least now he could walk a few steps on his own, unlike when he hadn't been able to move at all.
The smile that had just appeared on his face froze.
The old man suddenly pushed himself upright.
A fruit?!
The old man was