I fell silent. My mother had often lamented that it would be wonderful if Violet were her biological daughter. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smirk. Oh well, now they are like a real family. Without me being a nuisance, they would probably be even closer.
My mother touched my forehead and, for once, said with concern, "It's still a little hot. You..."
"Aunt Clara? I heard Annie is ill?" Violet's clear voice rang out.
My mother immediately withdrew her hand and rushed out anxiously. "Hey, why did you come here? This place is full of bacteria. You might be infected."
I looked up and saw my mother holding Violet's hand outside. Her face was filled with a concern I had never seen before. Violet held her arm intimately, whispering something that eventually made her laugh. Without looking back, my mother left my room.
Pain gripped my heart as if a dull knife were tearing at my insides. I couldn't help but press my head against my chest and gasp for air.