As far as I could remember, I had never received such attentive care from my mom. I remembered when I had a high fever when I was a child, I was so dizzy that I couldn't walk steadily. I begged my mom to take me to the clinic for an injection, but she just threw me my ID while lying in bed watching TV, asking me to go by myself. To this day, I still remembered walking to the clinic holding onto the wall a little bit. The usual two-minute walk seemed to be as long as two centuries that day. I didn't even remember if I fainted on the way.
Feeling my movement, Grace woke up immediately.
She raised her head, looking a bit tired, "Sweetie, you finally woke up. How are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? The doctor said the surgery was successful. After a few days of observation, you can be discharged right away if there's no problem!"
I stared at Grace, tears streaming down my face.
I didn't cry when I knew I was sick, and I didn't cry when my mom told me to go to hell But now, seeing Grace's caring face, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
Seeing me crying, Grace panicked, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Let me call the doctor for you."