My stepdad had no choice but to donate bone marrow to Chelsea Thompson.

Mom numbly handled all the paperwork yet forgot to arrange for his anesthesia.

Soon after he was wheeled into surgery, we heard his cries of pain.

But she seemed oblivious, staring quietly in my direction.

For a moment, I almost thought she could see me.

She murmured to herself.

"Quee, did it hurt this much for you back then...?"

Even though she couldn’t see me, I sincerely shook my head.

Mom, back then, I was happy to stay by your side.

Happy to help you.

When you're happy, the pain seems to lessen.

So, those muffled sobs...