“I'm glad to see you have appetite, ma'am,” Amia said, glaring at me as I ate the fruit and vegetable salad she brought up here.
I do this for my child. I can't starve because it will affect him. My child might even be harmed if I don't follow the doctor's advice.
“What else do you need, ma'am?”
I finished eating and drinking milk. I leaned back and looked at her.
Her eyes showed the happiness she felt. I thought Amia was not going to take good care of me after I yelled at her while I was taking my anger out on God. But she was still here; she took care of me even better.
“I don't need anything more, Amia. The truth is that I want you to leave me here so that I can rest.”
She took the things on the table and put them on the tray with a smile.
“If that's what you want, ma'am.”
