"Sandra... Have you eaten well?" Aqualina asked gently, her voice carrying the warmth of a mother's unwavering love. She gazed at her blind daughter, who sat quietly on the bed.
The girl's purple hair shimmered faintly in the light, and her misty, sightless purple eyes shifted slightly toward the familiar voice, "Yes, Mom," she answered, her tone calm but distant as if she were lost in her own world.
Aqualina smiled softly, patting Sandra's shoulder with a comforting touch. "Good. Let's get you outside for some fresh air." She carefully guided her daughter to the restroom, helping her with tender care before leading her into the garden, where the scent of blooming flowers mixed with the crispness of the morning air.
They walked slowly along the stone paths.
