“Nonsense! She's barely hurt! No! She's not hurt at all!”

“Auntie, even if you want to rush into a marriage, make up a better excuse, okay? How could Joan have a mother like you, talking nonsense about your own daughter's life?”

Floyd Wilkinson said this before hanging up the phone in anger.

I wished I could turn into a vengeful spirit and drag him away!

Even though I wasn't close by, I could almost imagine my mom standing outside the operating room, praying for me.

Even if I had a minor ailment, she would stay up all night, worried and unable to sleep, watching over me.

Floyd Wilkinson spoke to...