The thought of her tentative tone when she called me wrenched at my heart.
Yasmine and I were not very close. After Rena and I had Yasmine, the life we lived could be considered happy.
However, Rena always said we didn't have enough money. I was well aware that money was vital to life and hoped to give her and our daughter a better life, so I started to work overtime every night.
Although I got promoted by working hard this way, I seldom had time to keep Rena and Yasmine company. I always felt guilty about it.
But the more I thought about Yasmine's sentence, the weirder it seemed to me. Why would my daughter talk to me with such a cautious attitude?
"Dad." Yasmine woke up, trying to prop herself up on her elbows.
I quickly helped her up and handed her a glass of warm water.
"Yasmine, why did you suddenly have gastroenteritis and a fever?" I asked as I looked at her medical record in my hand.
It was stated in the medical record that she got gastroenteritis and a fever after consuming contaminated food. I continued to ask, "How could you get sick by eating home-cooked food?"