But I stayed cold. “I don’t want to.”
Her hands paused for a second, then she said nothing. After finishing the massage, she brought warm water to gently wipe my face and clean my hands before heading to the kitchen to cook.
The live-stream comments kept coming nonstop.
[This old woman still has that blank look; just seeing her annoys me.]
[Right. Her daughter’s hand is still bleeding, yet she’s still serving her, and the mother doesn’t even care?]
[So awful. Some people don’t deserve kindness!]
That day, my daughter didn’t go to work. She said she wanted to stay and spend the whole day with me.
After finishing all the chores, she pushed me out to the balcony to sit in the sunlight.
She combed my hair, trimmed my nails, and carefully cleaned my ears. She wanted me to look clean and tidy from head to toe.
When she was done, she sat on a small stool beside me, held my thin hand gently, and spoke in a soft voice, “Mom, do you remember? When I was little, you always brought Hayden and me out here to the balcony to sunbathe.”
“The year Dad passed away, you handled everything by yourself and raised both of us. No matter how hard life got, you never cried in front of us.”
“You always said that as long as Hayden and I were around, you would never fall.”
Her eyes grew slightly red as she spoke. Just then, her phone rang, but she didn’t pick up. She looked at me for a long moment, then ended the call.
Smiling, she stared at me and said, “Mom, it’s about time.”
I gave a faint smile. The moment had finally come.
After saying that, my daughter straightened and gave me a meaningful look. Then she did something no one in the live stream could have imagined.
