Elizabeth, my mother, walked into my room with an aura that I had missed so much. Her face was bright as usual and she had a fixed smile on her face. That was her way of living, she always smiled even when she was in pain. A strong woman indeed. I took after her, in looks and character. We had a lot of things in common and that was why were inexplicably close to each other. "My baby boy, look at you," she said and embraced me warmly. I missed her warmth and her care. I didn't mean to make her worried about me, it was just the turnout of events that caused it. "I'm okay now, mom. You don't have to worry about me," I said, trying to make her feel better. She scoffed, "You said that to me last time and here you are, looking helpless on a hospital bed. I sent you here to have fun again and live your life the way you have always wanted it, not to get shot by some meaningless bitch with mind issues." "Mom!" I chuckled. Her humor was always there even in the most serious situation
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