I dump the clothes back into the bag, sorted them out, and got a larger suitcase out of the bed. This one I had brought from home when my mother was in the hospital. After I had packed all my own things into the suitcase, my mother came back.

 

"Alexia, are you here? " Even though Florence is in a wheelchair, she was feeling much better.

 

"Mom." I walked over to her and hugs her.

 

"Why do you look bad? Are you sick?" asked Florence worriedly.

 

"Well, I caught a cold and fever yesterday." I lied and smiled to my mother, "Mama, I want to tell you something."

 

Florence saw...