I’m Superman’s sister-in-law. Clark went to New Krypton with him. He’s his brother, like Ching is. Superman doesn’t have any blood relatives on Earth, so we’re his family. The hospital accepts my authority as next-of-kin since Clark isn’t here and there’s no one else they can call.
I love all the thought you've put into the background of this story.
“And since treating humans is all I know, I’ll assume you’re human until that assumption stops working.”
I don't why, but I really like this line.
When he was about three or so, talking pretty good, he would invite the grocery clerks home for dinner. He would tell them what I was planning to cook and he’d just invite them over.”
This is so cute!
Nice chapter!
