Aunt Mary regularly trimmed Grandpa's hair, beard, and nails; Aunt Winnie ironed suitable clothes for him to change into every day; no matter how busy work was, as long as the weather permitted, Uncle Mason always made time to take Grandpa out for a stroll in his wheelchair.
After school, Mina, Lunt, and Chris would also come to Grandpa's bedroom to tell him about the amusing things that had happened at school.
Thanks to the family's attentive care and efforts, when Grandpa awoke, the man Kallen saw coming downstairs was exactly the... Dis he remembered.
It was as if a hand called the taboo of time had gently stirred things, leaving Kallen with a fleeting illusion that he had never traveled far from home, and Dis had never fallen asleep.
Like an ordinary, peaceful day several years ago, when he had prepared the family's meal as usual, and Grandpa came downstairs to eat at the usual time.
Life was sometimes just that strange. People were always impatient to cut away the beginning, then spent a lifetime trying to hold on to the end after regret set in.
Kallen closed his eyes, then opened them before the moisture at their corners could gather into tears, keeping his smile.
A tearful reunion might have suited the occasion, but it did not suit this grandfather and grandson.
They were both proud and strong-willed to the bone, more accustomed to holding up an umbrella themselves and letting those around them gather beneath it, with themselves at the center.
When the sleeping old lion awoke, the returning young lion would not approach to affectionately lick his fur. He would only instinctively straighten up, showing the old lion how much he had grown and how strong he had become.
Dis came downstairs and walked up to