She could even afford to take long walks outside whenever the sun was kind enough to shine, and every time I watched her disappear down the dirt road with a steadier step than the day before.
It felt unreal, like I was watching a fragile miracle stubbornly insist on becoming normal, while John —and I ended up growing closer without even trying, spending more time together in the fields and the shed, laughing, working, sharing small moments that slowly solidified into something unmistakably like a real father-son bond, one that quietly left Gustav standing on the outside, confused and bitter, even if he tried his best to hide it.
I could tell Gustav didn't understand what was happening anymore, because despite still slipping his mother's so-called special food potions into Oge's meals, the result he was clearly hoping for never came, and instead of her health deteriorating, it improved so dramatically that even someone as stubborn as him couldn't ignore it.
