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The Letter
Sheila’s POV
I carefully scooped the warm soup we had just made into a flask, making sure it was sealed tightly. As I packed the flask into my bag, Grandma walked over, wiping her hands on her apron."Tell your mother I’m sending her my regards," she said warmly, her eyes full of affection. "And that I wish her a speedy recovery.""I will, Grandma," I replied, giving her a quick hug. "Thanks for helping me with the recipe. I’m sure Mom will love it."Grandma chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling. "Of course she will. And tell her not to worry—soon, she’ll be back home where she belongs, and won't have to stay in the hospital any longer."I nodded and headed out, as I muttered ‘amen’ to Grandma's encouraging words. It was so much better to spend the day with my mom rather than thinking about what happened last night.The drive to the hospital was quick, and as I entered my mother’s room, her face lit up when she saw me. She sat up sRelated chapters
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