I’m Done

There was a sorrowful and distressed look in Regan’s eyes. In his heart, he wished to tell Hazel that she didn’t need to learn those things. This was because he would always take care of her. No matter what she wanted to do, he would help her. However, he couldn’t tell Hazel who he was now, and hence, he had no right to stop her. Moreover, he knew that Hazel had taken a lot of time to muster up her courage. Only when she tried doing something and occupied her time, she would no longer be at a loss. Otherwise, emptiness would gradually swallow her like a black hole. Therefore, Hazel started learning how to pick up food first. Letting the ‘nurse’ put her plate on the left, the dishes on her right, and her cutleries in the middle, she tried having her meal by memorizing the places of the food and cutleries. In the beginning, Hazel could hardly pick up her fork. However, she didn’t give up and kept trying until her fingers were painful and sweat was even dripping her forehead. Heartbroken,