It had been three days since Cilla was released from prison. Now Cilla is in the hospital, accompanying her grandmother, who will undergo surgery soon.
“Don’t worry about me, Girl.”
“Why would I worry about you? You managed me! Wouldn’t you win cancer?” replied Cilla while continuing to hold tightly one of the grandmother’s hands.
“Of course!” The grandmother chuckled. “And without seeing you finishing the university, I wouldn’t die!”
“Wow, it is a long time until I finish the university. Who knows in how many troubles I’d get till this comes! Right?”
“Look, girl. The doctor told me that it’d be an easy operation. That I’d get on my feet soon. Don’t worry my beautiful girl.”
“I don’t know. If you do not get up, I’d lie beside you.” Cilla then immediately lay down beside her grandmoth
