Standing next to my unconscious mother in the cold hospital room, I felt really helpless. The bright, harsh lights made her look frail and far away. She was hooked up to machines that beeped and hummed, keeping an eye on her condition, and it was so different from the cozy and lively atmosphere of our home.
I suddenly felt a strong desire to leave the hospital. I wanted to go back to our family home, where we have so many happy memories. With a worried heart, I left the hospital and started my journey to the place where my parents had filled every corner with their love.
When I walked into our house, I immediately smelled memories. It was a mix of my mom's cooking and the faint smell of my dad's old leather chair. The walls seemed to remember the laughter and talks from the past, which n
