– Thank you Annabelle, you can stop here.
Thomas’ stroke had had unexpected consequences. He had lost the use of his legs, but he had won a faithful grand-daughter.
– You’re a dear. You should’ve stayed in bed instead of satisfying my whims.
– It’s really not much… Besides, I don’t like sleeping in.
– You know what I like about you, gramps?
– The fact that I let you smoke in front of me?
– The fact that you’re way cooler than what you look like.
– Glad to know I’m not an old fart yet.
– I wouldn’t take you to see the sunrise if you were. I’m not into charity.
– Since it’s confession time, I have a question for you.
– Where did you get that scar?
– You wanna hear about that? It’s a stupid story, really.
– If it’s so stupid, why do you go berserk on your father for asking?
“When I was five years old, I got into my head that I would go looking for my father. I don’t know why, I was convinced he was on the other side of the forest. So there I went, with an apple in my backpack in case I’d go hungry.”
“I walked for what seemed like hours and it got dark. I was dead scared so I began to run at some point. I couldn’t see anything, so of course I fell in some kind of hollow and branches scratched at me. When the rangers found me, I was unconscious.”
– That’s all. Told it was stupid.
– You really are my grand-daughter.
– You too are way cooler than what you look like.
Thomas would still go and see a few sunrises by himself.
But his last sunrise would be soon after that conversation.