Nadia was excited and equally exhausted as she alighted from the cab ride, she was so happy tobehome, away from the stagnant traffic she had encountered on her way back. She pushed throughthedoor, her lungs finally catching a breath of freshly homemade food, her stomach grumbled. Under her arm, she clutched a brown paper bag containing a refill of her mother’s medications. 

Estelle was slumped on the couch, her small frame looking more fragile against the lumpy cushions. "Mom!" Nadia called out happily. 

In fact, she was excited to say the least. 

Estelle’s eyes fluttered open, a weary smile gracing her lips. "You’re back. You’re glowing, Nadia. What is going...