"Dad, where is mum? And why are you home this early? I thought you were supposed to be at work?" Young Viola questioned her father when she got back from school that fateful day and met her father sitting on the couch, drenched in thoughts; he didn't even notice when she opened the door and came in.
Viola, my dear, your mother is in the hospital. I was at the workshop when the neighbours called and informed me that she slumped and they rushed her to the hospital!" her father explained.
"Oh no! This can't be!" Still standing in her school uniform, Viola cried and her watery eyes started pouring out tears streaming gently down her face in less than a minute.
She knew that her mother had been complaining of mild aches for the past few days, but she never expected it to lead her to being hospitalised.
