A week passed...
Mae was sitting reading a book between the two hospital beds, when she saw her daughter open her eyes she put the book down and went over to check.
"Fey, how are you feeling?"- Mae
"Mom... I feel a little better"- Fey
"If you need anything, tell me"- Mae
"How is Noah?"- Fey
"He's still sleeping, his condition is getting better"- Mae
Fey looked at the girl she called mother, she looked much younger than she imagined, Fey remembered her father once showed her and her little brother their mother's appearance. Even though it was just a part of the memory that their father injected into their heads, what they saw in their memories was a middle-aged woman who always had an unpleasant and dissatisfied expression, especially a middle-aged woman who hated the children she gave birth to.
