original story written by me. Let me know if you want more. Maybe a cross post with audio.
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She cut his dinner into smaller bite size portions and sat the plate in front of him. She knew she didn't need to do it but she liked to help him out when she could.
He was only 59. Tall. His hair was still thick, but silver had taken over the once dark locks. He longed for his youth, before the war, before the diagnosis of parkinsons. He was only in the early stages, but it still loomed over his daily skills. Requiring a full time and over night nurse.
Tonight was Alyna's night. She was only 23, fresh out of nursing school. She was wonderful. She always helped him with anything he needed, without making him feel like a child. Her shoulder length hair was growing out, just passing her clavicles. Her dark eyes, were deeply contrasted with her creamy skin, so young and smooth.