Mary was lying on the bed after donating her blood when Isla and the others entered. The doctors had strictly instructed her not to get up and to rest properly, considering the amount of blood taken from her. The moment Isla entered, she rushed to Mary’s side, asking how she was feeling.
Mary managed a small smile and replied, “I’m fine, Mom… just feeling weak, that’s all. Please don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay.”
Holding her hand tightly, Isla said, “Of course, I’m worried, my daughter. If I could, I would take any pain away from you and bear it myself…”
Mary just smiled at how worried her mother looked. Deep down, she knew how much her mother loved her. Sometimes, even when Isla did something wrong, Mary would quickly forgive her, understanding her nature and her age.
Tressa, Trist
