The Handkerchief

"What's the matter, little lady?" Herena was attempting to free herself from her nanny's grip while Harlene patted her back.

When she had finished putting the puzzle pieces together in her thoughts, her eyes appeared to be fading.

"Oh, you're indicating the door, I see. Why?" When Herena abruptly pointed to the door, Harlene loosened her hold of Herena to see what she wanted to do.

Still clutching the baby in her right hand, Harlene furrowed her brows. But when she kept pointing to the door, Harlene finally recognized it was Ismael.

"Oh, little lady, regarding your brother. Is that all? All right, fine. We'll see. I guess we should hope he's not too busy right now." Ismael wasn't present when Harlene went to his room earlier.

Herena's eyes expanded at that point as well.

"Right, little lady, I assume he had somewhere to be in the earlier morning. Oh well, aside from that, we should make your soft food lunch," Harlene closed the door and hummed as she spoke.