MIRA

The next day, I took a cab at the bus stop after walking the path away from the farm. It was lights out and I was supposed to be in bed but here I was, on my way to the hospital with the finished painting of beloved Mother.

I felt so bad and guilty for hating on her when all she did was love both me and Father. I wondered the emotional and psychological trauma she must have gone through because of Grandma's stoic attitude. Mother sacrificed her health for Father. Did Grandma actually think anyone would accept to marry Father with all his riches if they found out...