"Dana, are you not feeling well?"
Josefa put down the tea she made for Dana and pressed her palm on her forehead. "You don't have a fever," she murmured under her breath after checking Dana's temperature.
"I'm fine, mother." she gave her mother a reassuring smile. "Thank you for the tea."
"Are you feeling nervous about your upcoming audition?"
"No mother," she said in a small voice, gripping the dainty teacup in her hands.
"Don't hide those things from me, Dana. You know I could help you," she said in a reprimanding tone.
"Yes, mother." She took a sip of her tea, watching the tree outside their apartment window that showing some budding flowers. She wondered what would be the color of the flower. The bud was too small that she had no idea what the flower would like, or what color would it be.
