I nodded and stared at her while she busy taking care of me. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Since childhood, she has taken care of me too much and spoiled me rotten that I became obsessed with seeing her all the time, of needing the same treatment like this. Now that I became more mature and older, she was still doing the same thing. She was still the one who would and could take care of me tirelessly, in a heartbeat, without any unwillingness written on her face.  

Unable to control myself, I reached for mom’s hand. Her hands had been busy holding a damp cloth and...