“Mom, I’m home!” I called out, kicking off my shoes as I stepped inside the house. The familiar scent of home enveloped me, but when silence greeted me instead of her usual response, I felt a twinge of concern. I quickly made my way to my mother’s room to check on her.
There she was, nestled in her bed, her chest rising and falling with laboured breaths. A wave of relief washed over me as I realized she was still resting. I let out a soft sigh and tiptoed out of the room, deciding to take a quick shower to refresh myself.
After rinsing off and slipping into clean clothes, I returned to her side. She was still deep in slumber, her face serene and peaceful. I couldn’t bear the thought of disturbing her tranquillity, so I quietly left the room once more.
I would wait until after I prepared
