She checked my condition with practiced ease while asking softly.
I didn't answer, only glancing indifferently at her bandaged hand. Blood was still seeping from it.
Seeing my silence, my mother massaged my limbs as usual, moved my joints and prevented muscle atrophy. Her movements were gentle, as if tending to her most precious treasure.
"Kelly, look how beautiful the weather is today. After breakfast, how about I push you outside for a walk? The doctor said that having more outdoor activity will be good for you.”
She looked out the window, trying to find something to talk about.
I remained indifferent. “Don’t want to.”
She paused for a moment and said nothing.
After the massage, she fetched warm water, carefully washed my face and hands, then prepared my meal.
The live stream comments continued to roll.
[That daughter is still acting miserable today. I'm so angry seeing her.]
[That's true. Her mother's hands are badly injured and she still has to take care of her. Can't she even say one word of concern?]
[It’s so disgusting. Some people just don't deserve kindness!]
That day, Mom didn't go to work. She said she wanted to spend quality time with me.