CHAPTER 55: Dilemma
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She thought for a long time, then guessed: “Daddy??”
Mrs. and Mr. Robson were consoling Grandpa Sigmund and rubbing at his shoulders. Grandpa Sigmund swallowed his saliva and rubbed his eyes, in a weak and sympathetic posture. Tears threatened to fall, but he acted more powerful in front of Julia.
He didn’t want to worry this little girl, also he didn’t know how to tell her. Lightly, he approached Julia, patted her hair and rubbed her head.
“Grandfather, why are you treating me like this??” she wandered. “What’s happening here? Why do you all look gloomy?? Why do you look sick, grandfather??”
Grandpa Sigmund bit his lower lips as he tried to suppress the piercing pain in his heart. His eyes welled up and the effort to say anything was bottled up inside him.
Unhappy lines on his face etched deeply and he held in tears and suppressed smiles. Suddenly, there was an aura of grey around him. It was a fog that wouldn’t rise or fade.