I stared at Alisa with hesitation in my eyes; I was not sure what I would do or how I would react after seeing her when suddenly, I felt Aunt Claire gently tapped my back. I looked at her and saw her smiling at me. Her smile was so comforting like she was telling me that it was okay – that everything would be fine.
I turned back at Alisa, who was still wearing the same expression she did when she saw us. “Mom is still sleeping, but she’ll wake up later,” she said. “You can sit at the couch for the meantime.” She added while showing us the long couch at the end of the hospital bed.
Aunt Claire and I walked towards it, but as we passed by the bed, I took a glimpse of the woman who was lying in there. Her face and skin were all wrinkly, and her hair was all white. And from the size of
