Mira sat behind her mother, gently massaging her hair, "I missed doing this with you,"
"You found someone to replace me with," her mother playfully said and she laughed lightly.
"You'll always remain my first priority, mother. I love you so much, and if there's anything at all bothering you, do not hesitate to speak up," she said while still massaging her hair.
Sarla's smile fell from her lips, she wished she could tell her how her condition was getting worse, she wished she could say something but she didn't want to ruin the happiness she's always wanted for her daughter, she didn't want to be the cause for her unhappiness. Her engagement ceremony would be coming up in a few days and the last thing she wanted was an unhappy bride.
"Is there something wrong, mother?" She asked and it was then Sarla realized her daughter was right behind her and she could see through her.
"Just thinking about how much I'd miss you," she lied and Mira smiled.
