The man stepped into the hall. Many footsteps of many doctors and nurses and patients.

After washing his face in the bathroom, the man entered the room again and sat by the boy, most affably.

The boy curled his skinny bicep. See?

With his leathery hands, the man clasped the boy’s fist. Such a good muscle. You are so strong… I know you will grow up, go to university, marry.

Smile.