When she was done with her soup, she turned to Eleanore, opening her mouth for the vegetables. Eleanore simply smiled and then started feeding the poor woman. To Stella, Eleanore Sinclair had turned into a generous and kind woman. Even her smile only showered care and worry over her.
Stella loved this new Eleanore.
"Do you want some water? Perhaps, some juice?" Eleanore asked, placing the empty plate and bowl in the trolly.
"Juice. Is it watermelon today?" Stella asked.
"Yes, you asked for it yesterday." Eleanore poured the orange juice into a glass and gave it to stella. Stella took a sip and felt like heaven feeling the taste of her favorite drink touching her tongue, returning her taste buds back to her.
"I love watermelon!" She exclaimed.
"Me too." Eleanore smiled.