It was already morning when Hughes left Yuriah's unit; dawn was near as illustrated in the sky's changing pigment from luminous dark to shattering daylight. Some people were already awake, rushing for their morning walk or going to their waiting work. He yawned several times while tightly holding the steering wheel of his car. Tiredness could glimpse in the two lids of his sleepy eyes. Hughes's car runs slowly; his speed is only sixty per hour. He slowly shook his head, a bit proud of himself because he did not predict that after a decade, Yuriah's parents will still welcome him warmly as before. He thought they would get mad at him in the first place.
"How are your parents, Hughes?" Yuriah's mother asked after leaving Yuriah's room; she was still holding on his one arm. "Still healthy?"
