Jane.

I’m thrilled that I got to hear my mom’s voice. Her voice lights up my world. Her tone is always warm and soothing, like a gentle embrace. It brings me a sense of comfort and reassurance, no matter what challenges I face. When she speaks, it's as if all my worries melt away.

“Jane, what are you thinking about?” June urges. “Why aren’t you eating? What’s on your mind?”

“What are you saying?” I ask, pulling myself out of my thoughts.

“What were you thinking about? I’ve been talking to you, but you’re not answering,” June asks. “Is something wrong?”

“I didn’t hear you. I’m sorry!” I respond.

“Are...