Anya’s P.O.V.
I was worried for mom. Dad called me in the evening and told me that she was hospitalized as she had pain in the stomach. It was not good for her. The doctor strictly ordered me not to move so much and it was the only reason I was still in my room on my bed. Sylvester went to the hospital and my dad was here with me.
“Anya…. Here…”, I looked at him while biting my nails anxiously. It was my habit of biting nails when I got nervous badly. He came inside with a bowl of soup in his hands.
“Drink this and don’t worry. Everything will be okay”, he passed an assuring smile to me but I could see that he was worried too. I looked at him and smiled inwardly. There was a time when he never thought about anyone else than him. He was so selfish and self-c
