Ariel entered Grandfather’s room, a warm smile on her face.
“Good morning, Grandfather. I just wanted to check on you.”
Grandfather’s eyes lit up, and he returned her smile.
“Ah, Ariel, dear. I’m doing well, thanks to you. You’re a ray of sunshine in this gloomy house.”
Ariel’s eyes sparkled with tears as she sat beside him.
“I’ve been feeling guilty, Grandfather. I don’t want my presence to worsen your health.”
Grandfather’s hand patted hers.
“Nonsense, child. You’re not responsible for my health. I’m old, and my time is near. But I’m glad you’re here. You bring joy to my final days.”
Ariel’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Grandfather, I’ve been trying to avoid Monica. She doesn’t make me feel welcome,”
Grandfather’s expression turned serious.
“Don’t worry about Monica
