In the hospital, I was served by a dry mother to eat and drink Lazard. I could not get over it. Many times I wanted to say thanks. The dry mother stared at me and shut up. All I could do was to turn it into an expression of gratitude.

After dinner, the dry mother changed the bedding, mattresses and pillows into our own.

Washed me out of the bathroom in my pajamas.

Looked at the hospital room, which was completely new, almost all of its own things, as well as flower decoration, feeling much better,

was afraid of being hospitalized. The smell of disinfectant water was everywhere in the...