(Unknown POV)
A girl entered in the wooden cottage while panting hard as if she had just finished a marathon and then stopped for a few seconds to catch her breath.
“Liv! Is that you, Bumblebee?” An old woman asked, who seemed in her late sixties. She squirted her eyes a few times to focus her vision on but without her glasses, it was really hard for her to see anything now.
“Yes, Mother! I am back with your medicine,” Livia answered and walked toward her mother’s room. She looked towards the medicine and a wave of guilt appeared in her heart but it vanished away as soon as it appeared.
“No one cared about me, then why should I care about them?” She mumbled under her breath and filled a glass of water. She gave the medicine to her mother and handed her the glass of water.
“Mom, do
