Lena's POV
Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her breathing was very shallow but steady.
I sat beside her, holding her hand.
"Mom, how are you feeling today?" I said softly.
"Tired, but seeing you... it makes it better." Margaret's eyes opened, and she gave me a faint smile as she spoke.
"You scared me last week. I thought..." I stopped myself and was shaking her head.
"It doesn't matter now. You are here, and that is what is important." I smiled back, brushing my mother's hair gently as I spoke.
Margaret's expression was very far away, her eyes was fixed on the ceiling.
"Lena," she murmured, her voice was barely loud.
"Yes?" I moved closer to her.
"There is something... something I should have told you long ago," Margaret said, her voice was shaking.
"What is it, Mom?" I asked, my tone was filled with much concern.
Margaret hold my hand very tight slightly.
