Lena
Three days later
"Hi Dad," I cheered, crashing down on the living room couch. It was the weekend, and we had no school. My department planned an excursion to a bank in the countryside, where we would stay for a day. It was supposed to be our picnic day with Anita, but we had to postpone it to the following weekend since we wouldn't be back in time.
"How are you doing, my dear?"
"I'm doing good, Dad. What about you? How did the scan go?" When I had a phone call with him two days ago, he told me he was going for an X-ray examination.
"It went well. I will be back in full shape in no time. Tell me, hope you're not uncomfortable at your uncle's. I know George will take very good care of you."
Only if he knew how much care Uncle George was giving me.
"Yes, he is, Father. I'm very mu
