"Alina, do you think this outfit is okay?" Kelvin asked, doing a 360-degree turn for Alina to inspect his attire. It was finally Saturday, and the long-awaited visit to their mother at the hospital was happening.
Kelvin was dressed practically for the sudden cold. Black joggers, a white t-shirt, and a black zipper jacket.
"You look good," Alina confirmed. With the snow beginning to fall scantily, thick clothes were mandatory.
Alina, equally bundled in black joggers and a polo, grabbed her pink sweater and dashed out, leaving Kelvin agonizing over his footwear choice. Visiting hours were limited—only six hours before 6 PM.
"Alina, do you remember where I kept my cologne? I can't seem to find it," Mr. Harry asked, slowly approaching his shelf. It has been ages since he'd dressed up with his family like this. The house felt vibrant, a stark contrast to the despair of a few days ago.
