The room, even though he'd been in here for about two years, did not feel any more familiar than he first moved in. The ninety something lied on his lounge chair, his legs crossed at the ankles with a big picture book in his lap. His eyes were not looking down, though, they were gazing out the window to the blue, clear sky. He caught himself staring through the window often these days. It held a certain sense of serenity among all the confusing thoughts and mixed up memories he'd been suffering silently lately. Well, maybe not so silently when his kids visited (who had kids of their own, wow).

He turned his head from the window to the magazines lying on the coffee table next to him, a face was zooming in on a broomstick was flashing the most radiant and young smile. Botros smiled back at the picture, he recognized the face as his eldest grandson. Next to those magazines were different drawings from children in different ages. He could not tell who drew what, nor could he count all names of his grandchildren which frustrated him but he kept them out here so he wouldn't lose them or the value they held.

It got busy and crowded during the summer in here, even though he was told that everyone came over separately as to not overwhelm him. Three children still were a lot, and the thing was he rarely could tell the date so he couldn't anticipate the visit, not unless the nurse found time to tell him.

The picture book in his hands got heavy, so Botros made a move to close it but the familiarity of the laughing faces in the pages made him stop. It soothed him to see his face without wrinkles, his wife's, and his kids when they were kids. Those faces he remembered very well, he found confidence when he could recite years and years of living in Egypt with his big family and beautiful wife. It was his favorite quality time he spent with the Healers, they seemed to always want to hear new stories about his old days. They exchanged those weird looks when he'd tell them about those stories some days, like there was a secret they had between all three of them. He tried prying and getting it out of them, it didn't work. He had an idea of casting some runes to make them spell it out, but he... forgot what the last rune of the combination was.

Anyway, he closed the picture book and set it down on the coffee table next to everything else. He intended to have a nap but his eyes found the sky again.