Joan went to her mom's kitchen to get something to eat, she saw her mother standing in their pantry crying.
"Mummy, why are you crying?" Joan asked, even if she could already guess the reason for the tears.
When Joan's mother saw her daughter, she immediately cleaned her tears. "Nothing, I wasn't crying, something got into my eyes," Joan's mother said.
Abandoning the food she wanted to eat, Joan walked over to where her mother was and held her hand. "How about we go to the living room?"
"I was about to go check on your father, I'm sure he would need me to get something for him," Joan's mother said with a sniffle.
"No, he doesn't, I am just coming from his room and he is sleeping. His nurse is with him."
"Then I should go and tend to the flowers, they...."
