When she woke up in the morning, Samel was still sleeping. Representative Foley walks to John's room, the quilt falls completely to the floor, and John pouts his little ass and sleeps soundly. Robots don't sleep like that, Foley laughs at the thought of this. Each morning was the same as the previous one, no different. He went to the kitchen to make coffee, turned on the work prompts, and the familiar female voice told him what to do for the day at a constant pace.

There's a lot going on, but Foley thinks there's more to it, and he wants more work, even as much as possible. It's strange, why would you want a fuller arrangement? He was a little confused. When he lowered his head to brush his teeth, and when he bent over and vomited water, he felt discomfort in his back again, and Representative Foley remembered that he had been to Dr. Jose's office yesterday; I remembered a large chair in a northernmost office on the ninth floor of the West Surgical Building; He remembered the green curtains and José's bare feet.

It's all happened, it's not imagination, it did happen, just yesterday. He took a mouthful of water in his mouth, quickly turning it into countless tiny bubbles, and finally spit it out weakly, the discomfort quickly disappeared with the swirling foam, replaced by a tumbling memory. Sometimes it's clear, sometimes it's blurry, but it can't be erased. There they were, in that windowless room, a little doctor, short and small, but undoubtedly the spokesman of God.

"Hell." Representative Foley was no longer in the mood to shave, and the bones in his right hand seemed to be bound by sharp wire. He stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself, a handsome face, deep eyes, thick hair; A face that has not been touched passionately, a listless face, and another face.

Instead of being afraid, he stared at the face until he saw that the blurred image in the mirror was a woman. He recognized the face - Ephia. The unclear facial features did not affect Foley's judgment, Ephia, Ephia, it can't be wrong, it must be her. Thinking of his disappeared girlfriend again, he wondered why Jose reminded him of Efia, why at such a time, he hadn't thought of this girl for many years, why at such a time.

The coffee machine made a dismal dripping sound, and his wife said she didn't like the sound of the machine, and she stopped even coffee last year. Gradually, his wife stopped eating breakfast with her, and most of the time when Representative Foley came to the table, all that was left was bread or chicken left by his wife. Shamer's routine is very regular, waking up at 7 a.m. to go to the office to deal with the day's business, going out for a run or yoga at 10:30, and lunch is usually just some vegetables. In the afternoon, I made an appointment with the client, and then went to school to pick up John and take him home.

She works as an illustrator for a media company, and drawing seems to be the only hobby that Foley knows of Shamel, and when he first got married, he saw Shamel sorting through a photo album of her award-winning work from childhood to adulthood. "My father always wanted me to become a famous painter, but I couldn't satisfy her." Sammel said these words without looking at Foley, and although she smiled, she didn't really look happy to Representative Foley.

Perhaps genetic, John began to scribble on paper at the age of three, and he had a preference for swirling lines, sometimes he could draw for an hour at a small table, one by one, and John said it was the eye, which was a very popular metaphor. Foley can't help but laugh at the thought of this.

After breakfast, when he came to his son's room again, John had already turned over and bit his fingers and waited for him, for the last six months, every morning John would wake up at eight o'clock, sleepy-eyed and waiting for Forley to open the door. When he sees Representative Foley walk in, John's small mouth will show a sweet smile, and looking at the red face and sweet smile, Representative Foley often feels that John is almost like a little girl.

"Good morning, little one."

"Good morning, big man."

"Get dressed, there's new toothpaste today."

"New toothpaste ......"

"Your favorite strawberry flavor."

"No, I don't want strawberry flavor, I want the original toothpaste, which I used when I was a child, I don't want strawberry toothpaste."

John burst into tears and screams, just like his quiet and gentle disposition. Foley was at a loss, his face was dazed, and his mind flashed through various ways to deal with it, but none of them were good, as if nothing could make him calm down immediately.

"But I've run out of toothpaste, John."

Foley searched for a long time, but said the most inappropriate thing. provoked John to cry and scream again, and now Forlì was really frightened, John's expression was by no means coquettish or deliberately unhappy, he seemed to be trying not to cry, his fingers were biting into his mouth, and he pulled the quilt and kicked his legs, but this did not reduce the crying.

Representative Foley could only look at his son blankly, and it occurred to him that maybe John was afraid, afraid of changing his habits. John hadn't changed his toothpaste since he started brushing his teeth, and perhaps he never thought that toothpaste would change, but what did he think of when he heard about the new toothpaste? What made him so scared, his emotions exploded instantly, and he couldn't contain it.

He stood stupidly in John's room until his crying turned into staccato sobbing.

"Then I won't brush my teeth today, and I'll bring back the original toothpaste after work."

"Okay, Dad."

"Let's get dressed, can I do it myself?"

"Of course, Dad."

Representative Foley walks out of the room and thinks back to the crying that had just happened, becoming even more sure that the expression on John's face is a sign of fear. What was John afraid of, and how could a toothpaste be so powerful? Immediately after, as if it was natural, Foley thought to himself, would John be scared if Dad suddenly disappeared and was replaced by something else?

Originally, he wanted to understand the child's mood, but when he walked back to the kitchen, he sat down on the first dining chair he saw, his chest was covered with a layer of food cling film, the table top became extremely hard, and his brain could no longer turn; It didn't last long until John's footsteps woke him up.

"Got all your clothes tied?"

"Yes."

"Let's eat, have you washed your face?"

"Hmm, but I didn't brush my teeth."

"Didn't you say you shouldn't brush your teeth? Just don't let your mom know. ”

John laughed again, and while he was eating cereal, Forley sorted out the toys he had brought to school and his bag, and remembered what he had seen in the mirror in the morning, and perhaps she had a child like that, with the same dark brown hair as she did.

On the drive to school, John had been quiet, and Ephia kept coming back to Forlì's mind, and at first he thought it was just a chance to think about it, but then Forlì accepted and indulged himself to return to that memory, which was better than thinking of the hospital, he told himself.