ELY.
"Dad, Ethan," I mention, looking at my mother.
"Ethan brought the roses for me," my mother responds, taking the vase to place it on the table.
"It's good to see you, daughter. Ethan came to greet us." My father seemed in a good mood.
"Yes, I just came to say hello and see how Mark was doing." Ethan looked uncomfortable.
"Ethan would help mow the lawn. I told him I would do it myself, but he insisted." My father couldn't be more pleased.
"I'll do whatever it takes to ensure your treatment isn't interrupted. Mark, Ely and Joanne need you. You must take care of yourself. Physical activity is not recommended in your condition," Ethan explains, looking at my father, who nods.
"Let's go. I have the tools in the garage." My father walks towards the garage.
Ethan walks with him, givin
