The old woman's chest pumped up and down in her peaceful deep sleep. Sometimes, her mouth hummed, murmuring something I was unable to catch. Her body squirmed, causing her blanket to roll down which I swiftly fixed.
Her wrinkled face which deepened day by day emphasized the suffering she had been through, being abandoned in her old age by her children. Her blank stares every time she sat alone showcased her broken heart and how she missed them.
And today's incident which almost harmed her almost took her life; I plunged my butt on the chair at the bedside, sighing my regret at what happened. If only my eyes kept on her, Kevin would not take her with him and buy her the confectionery that raised her blood sugar and that woman's wheelchair would not have drifted down, boosting her blood pr
