Tracy’s POV
I went home feeling sad. My mother was only sentenced to three to five years to live. My tears just flowed. Who wouldn't be sad if the mother who gave birth to them would die soon? Of course, I felt that way too. When he got home, it turned out that Alexander had difficulty getting home.
I said, "I thought you weren't home yet."
"Already. I've been home since this afternoon. How is your mother's condition?”
"Hm, my mother finished surgery earlier. She's not awake yet. She still needs observation time.”
"Come sit next to me! Why is your face so sour?"
Alexander took my hand and then rubbed my head.
"My mother's doctor said the operation was successful but she only has a life expectancy of three to five years."
I don't know why I poured out my sad feelings on th
