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Eliza Clarke's POV
A blonde woman walks into the hospital room I was in while I was watching TV. I knew she was a visitor seeing what she was wearing. I turn my attention from the TV towards her, and I realize that I recognized her face from somewhere. I tried to think about where I've seen the face before, and it took me a few minutes to realize where I have seen her face. It was in a picture my father had of him and a girl when they were younger with an older-looking person. I knew that it was a picture of my father's family, which only meant one thing. She must be my father's sister, Poppy Clarke.
She saw the way my eyes brightened, so she asked me, "Do you recognize me?" I nod, and she smiles towards me. "You'll be fine, Eliza. I just know it." She sits down beside me and hugs me. "You look a lot like your mother, you know." I smiled too, as I thought about my mother and the good memories started playing on my head. She always made sure that we were contented, even though we were in times of war. It was true. I looked a lot like my mom. It was not the first time someone commented that about me.
"So you still can't speak yet?" I shake my head, but not before trying to speak. My voice was not even audible yet. It was just intelligible sounds. She notices it, so she just grabs the chair and sits in a spot beside me. We were mostly quiet after that, with her not really asking anything, knowing that I can't answer, so we just stare at the TV and watch whatever show was in the air at the time. It was mostly replays of old movies and TV shows. I hear her comment once in a while about what we were watching, and I smile towards her, listening and realizing that she knew a lot about them.
Sometime later, the doctor comes in the room with a nurse who is holding what seemed to be a bowl soup of some sort. The doctor gets near me and says, "Miss Clarke, I advise you to drink and eat this soup now. After all, it has been a long time since you last ate something." He looks next to me, towards Poppy, and asks, "Madame Clarke, do you want to assist Eliza in eating this soup?" She answers, "Of course, Doctor." The nurse places the soup on the table and then she and the doctor both leave, leaving me and my Aunt Poppy here alone.
I try at first to eat by myself, but aunt Poppy saw how I struggled to lift my severely weakened hands and so she said, as she gently place back my hands to the bed, "No, Eliza. Let me feed you." I did not want to be spoon-fed, but I had no choice but to be spoon-fed. I saw in her eyes the caring she had towards me, and I knew then that she is a good person. We have never met before this moment because of the war, but she was taking care of me as if we knew each other for a long time. I guess that is what family does to a person.
It takes almost an hour for me to finish the soup, and for the first time in forever, I felt the feeling that only being full gives you. After that we look back to the TV screen to watch TV, as I look sideways every once in a while to see how my aunt was doing. She fell asleep on the chair, clearly exhausted, and I also fall asleep a few moments later.
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