Zita's POV
I told the driver to take the longest route to our home.
I wasn't ready to face my mom yet, even though I knew that this was what I had always wanted for her.
To get the best healthcare that she deserves.
I was still getting that nostalgic feeling.
I arrived and walked into the apartment. It looked the same, clean as usual with the old sofas and a piece of junky television that no longer works.
I stood there for a moment looking around.
This was where I grew up and now I would leave all the memories behind both good and bad It made me feel relieved and hollow at the same time.
"Is that you Zita?" My mom's faint voice came from her room. She was already dressed and seated on the bed waiting patiently for me.
She looked a bit brighter today.
I walke
