"Daddy, why do I already miss Cloud and Browny?"
Axel smiled. "I remember you already said goodbye to them before we left?"
"Yes, I do. But I miss feeding them. I hope Jimmy remembers to give them plenty of apples."
"He will. I will remind him later..."
"Thank you, Daddy..." he said, leaning on his shoulder and looking at the hospital entrance.
When Axel thought his son would sleep, his soft voice broke the silence again.
"Daddy, did mommy remember to tell Grandma Martha we're heading to the beach house?"
"I think Mommy remembers."
Oliver suddenly sat up straighter and clapped his hands, eyes shining as he looked at his father, "Daddy, you know... Grandma Martha always makes cookies. And, Blueberry muffins. Banana muffins. Chocolate muffins, too."
Axel raised an eyebrow. "That's a lot of muffins."
"Hmmm...A lot. And she lets me eat two," Oliver said proudly. "Sometimes three. But never four or more."
Axel shook his head in amusement. "I see why you miss her."
