Upon entering, Elma offered him a pair of disposable slippers.

"Mr. Fernandez, we don't have slippers for men, so these disposables will have to do," Elma mentioned as Lyndon set Sheldon down and agreed, slipping into the disposables.

The lack of men's slippers was a subtle hint of no permanent male presence and rare visits from men.

Tilda's private life appeared to be simple.

"I'll grab the first aid kit," Elma announced after getting Sheldon into his tiny slippers.

“Alright.”

Together, Lyndon and Sheldon stepped into the living room.

“Dad, want me to show you around?"

Sheldon, bubbling with excitement, tentatively called Lyndon “Dad”, watching his reaction closely.

Lyndon met Sheldon's eager gaze and gently nodded, accepting the new title.

With a bright smile, Sheldon tugged at Lyndon's hand, eagerly guiding him further into their home.

The apartment had three bedrooms, one living room, and two bathrooms.

Each room was decorated with a mix of elegance and coziness.

A delicate, pleasing scent lingered in the air.

It was clear that the woman of the apartment possessed a keen eye for style and grace.

“Look, Dad, here's where I play. This is Nanny Elma's room, and over there is Tilda's," Sheldon enthusiastically explained.

Hand in hand, Sheldon led Lyndon through the apartment.

Lyndon took his time exploring, showing his approval with occasional nods.

Soon, Sheldon excitedly pulled him into the master bedroom.

"Dad, this is Tilda's room. I used to sleep here too," Sheldon said, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness.