Wynter has been staring at the text message she had received minutes ago. It was all about her mommy Lydia's medical condition. The doctor stated that her foster mom's cervical cancer is now in the late stage.
I slumped down on the sofa and rubbed my aching temples. It has been a long time since I had known that Mommy Lydia has cancer and had been supporting her medication.
Recently, the doctor diagnosed that the cancer is already taking its toll on her. She's already weakened by the various treatment she has been getting the past few months. Whenever I saw her every time I visit, my heartaches.
She's the only one I have now...
Sighing, she leaned back at the cushion, casually placing her hand under her chin and think. Her last request was a grandchild, sooner than she'd been expecting. She said she wants to see her grandkids before she left the world. She chastised her for that, she speaks as if she's dying. No way...
