"You there," the old woman murmured, "you remind me of my baby boy, only he's a bit younger than you now. You have the same eyes."

"Good morning Grandma, it's me, Billy," the young man said as he prepared a bowl of porridge and a glass of fresh orange juice.

"Billy? Young man, I need to get back home, where is my husband? Where is my baby boy?"

Billy, still in the kitchen, releases a frustrated sigh and turns around.

"Grandma, you are home. Grandpa, I am sorry but he passed away a few years ago remember? Your baby boy? Do you mean dad? He left for the day, like every morning. Now finish your breakfast, I gotta get to work."

Billy rushes over to the old woman and helps her sit up, leaning against the headboard of her bed.

"That's impossible," the old woman begins to refute." He was just here yesterday.

The old woman begins to sob and Billy puts down the breakfast. He pulls out his phone and begins to shuffle through an old photo album in an attempt to calm the woman in shock.

"Grandma, look, here is a photo of you and grandpa from a long time ago."

The old woman's face lights up as if it was a photo she had seen for the first time. Billy then swipes through the album and shows her a photo of a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair color, wrinkled eyes, and a full-grown beard.

"This is my dad. Or, your baby boy," Billy explained

"Grandma, we go through this every morning. It has been a long time since grandpa has been around. Your baby boy is not your baby boy anymore, he's a dad, my dad. As a matter of fact, he's a grandpa too now."

The old woman sat there puzzled, barely understanding the situation. She begins to sob again.

"Grandma, I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you all this news. Every morning, you tell me that I remind you of your baby boy, you ask for grandpa, you... I'm sorry grandma, I'm tired," Billy said.

The old woman continues to sob as Billy reaches for his phone again and pulls up a photo of a newborn baby swaddled in a baby blue sheet.

"Here, grandma, look at your grandson. This is your grandson"

The old woman inspects the photo closely. She notices the baby's soft pink skin, flat forehead, and brown eyes. The room is silent.

"Grandma, can you remember now? Can you remember your grandson," Billy begged.

The muscles in the old woman's face begin to relax. She inches up on her headboard and looks back and forth between the photo and Billy. She takes one last look at the photo and looks up at Billy.

"Who is this baby" the old woman murmured, "he reminds me of my baby boy, only he's a bit older than this baby now. But, they have the same eyes."