As my mother walked down the street, it suddenly began to pour.

Without an umbrella, she had no choice but to awkwardly use her jacket for cover.

I tried to shield her from the rain, but the water passed right through me.

Luckily, the house wasn't far from the hospital.

Ten minutes later, she returned home, drenched to the bone.

“Queenie Foster, fetch me a towel.”

She paused, as if just realizing something.

I gave a wry smile.

Mom, I moved out of this home two years ago.

Why do you still think I'm here?

She closed the door and slowly walked into the living room, taking off her coat...