On the evening on the same day, Charles woke up and he saw his mother, fell asleep on his study table. He is trying to slowly stand up but he felt that, there’s something he felt while trying to do it. His knees are aching. He removed the blanket and he saw his knees with a bandage. He is wondering, who did it to him.
While, Charles is slowly standing, his mother awakes.
“Oh, you’re awake!” Christine said to her son. “How’s your feeling?”
Charles is just sitting on his bed. His knees are aching. But, the pain lessens, not just what he feel, earlier.
“Isn’t still aching?” she asked.
“Not that worst, anymore. Just a little ached, only remains.”
“Come on, son! Let’s go downstairs. I will cook the dinner for us.”
Christine stood up and walked towards to her son. She holds his shoulde
