Another day passed, and December arrived quietly over the Valley.
Evelyn's recovery had progressed better than expected.
She could now move faster with much less pain than before; her shoulder no longer screamed with pain with every movement.
Walking has become much easier.
Her hand and knee were healing slowly, though walking at a fast pace and carrying heavy things was still forbidden by her ever-watchful husband.
Of course, she did not complain. She was too overjoyed because, for the first time in weeks, she could breathe without feeling fragile.
That morning, the house was livelier than usual.
Her best friend Oscar finally came out of his computer room after being holed up there and wanted to visit her house.
And the moment he stepped inside the living room, a small whirlwind rushed toward him.
"Uncle Oscar!" Oliver greeted him happily, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the sofa with surprising strength for a four-year-old.
