"Has Grandpa woken up yet?" I asked Khang as I stirred the pot of beef stew on the stove.
Khang scooped up a piece of tenderly stewed potato, the glistening broth smudging the corner of his lips. With his mouth still full, his words were muffled:
"Grandpa said he was tired last night, so he's resting a bit longer. Just leave the food in the pot. He said not to worry, that he's just sleepy."
I let out a quiet sigh of relief and used a cloth to wipe the corner of Khang's mouth.
"That's good, then. It's been a long time since Grandpa had a good night's sleep."
Khang blinked.
"Don't worry, he's in great health."
"Yeah."
I hope it always stays that way.
Suddenly, a small, soft piece of potato was in my mouth. It must have been his doing again. How had I never noticed before that he could be this mischievous?
Khang grinned at me.
"Is it good?"
"It's good."
