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To Italy, I realized.To fly to the beautiful duck whom she loved.
“Don’t be afraid…”Cora’s soft voice echoed in my mind.“You can spread your wings…and fly…and follow your dreams!”
I looked at Buddy, who was looking back at me with a soft look in his brown eyes. His chin was still a little wet from the drink he just had.
With a soft smile, I took out my phone and dialed a familiar number. As the phone started to ring, I sat down and Buddy leapt up to sit beside me. Moments later, I saw Mom’s face light up the screen.
“Hi, Amanda!” she greeted me. “How are you? Why do you look like that?”
I laughed at her. “I decided to go and fix the leaky roof of the veranda today.”
“She did what!?” I heard Dad holler.
“She said she went out and fixed the leaky roof of the veranda today!” Mom repeated, astonishment clear in her voice. She turned back to me. “Did you have any help, dear?”
“Nope,” I shook my head and smiled proudly at them. “Did it all by myself.”
“That’s my girl!” Dad crowed. Moments later, his face appeared on the screen beside Mom’s. I laughed as they bickered for a moment before they turned back to me.
I swear, my parents act like teenagers more and more each day,I thought fondly.Some say that old couples grow apart as time goes by—not Mom and Dad, though.
The fondness they had for each other was still evident in their eyes.
“By the way,” Mom turned back to me. “What is it you wanted to tell us, dear?”
I smiled softly at them. “I finally put Grandma’s urn beside Grandpa’s today.”
Dad looked sad for a moment before he smiled. “They belong together. Always have.”
“Always will,” Mom added.
“About that,” I told them. “There was something that Grandma Margaret told me before she died. About the last wish she shared with Grandpa before he passed away…”
Dad scratched his head. “I didn’t know about that.”
“Well, she said something to me,” I told them. “But I would need to get your consent about it first…”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
OLIVER
Istretched out for a bit and rolled my shoulders, groaning a little as I eased the crick in my neck. It had been a pretty hectic day of seeing a lot of patients. After the last patient left, I sat there in Examination Room 3, mulling over my thoughts for a bit.
I took out my phone and dialed the number of an old classmate of mine—Richard McCormick. We had studied medicine together and he could even be considered a friend, although we grew apart after graduation.
Everyone grows apart after graduation,I reminded myself.Some go on to training. Some have their own practices. And some even have their own families…
Life as a doctor was pretty arduous and I had seen so many couples break up even during med school. Even more so during residency training.
Richard, though, had taken a different route by building up community practices everywhere in London under the name of “McMed London”. Over the past five years, they had made quite a name for themselves as a chain of practices with different specialties under one roof—a convenience for patients with complicated conditions requiring a multidisciplinary team.
Richard answered on the third ring. “Hello.”
“Hello, Richard,” I greeted him. “How have you been?”
“Oliver?” he asked. “Is that you?”
“The one and only,” I laughed.
