My father passed away early, and my mother worked hard to raise me. She was my only family in this world.
I took my mom to the hospital.
She had a checkup.
And I signed a lot of documents.
My mother was taken into the operating room.
The wait was particularly agonizing and anxious.
I had wayward thoughts alone.
But I couldn't find anyone to comfort my soul.
Especially when I thought my mother was in the operating room while Brady was comforting his ex-girlfriend, I was in heart-wrenching pain.
I was scared, lonely, and helpless.
Various emotions crashed over me.
I felt like I couldn't breathe.
But fortunately, it was a benign tumor, and the surgery was very successful.
I was waiting until dawn.
Looking at my mother sleeping peacefully, I felt much more relaxed.
...
My phone rang.
I checked it.
It was a message from Brady. [How is your mom? Is she okay?]
I saw this message.
And I turned off my phone.
At this moment, I suddenly felt relieved.
If it were before, I would have replied to his message immediately even if I was busy with work.
But I waited outside the operating room last night.
Now I no longer felt that way.
Even if I saw his message and then turned off my phone, I wouldn't have any psychological burden.
