Farah returned home to the house sparkling clean and you moving about.

She would've been happy about it had you not been bedridden and unresponsive for weeks. Yet here you were, dancing in the kitchen.

You turned to look at Farah with the brightest smile on your face, which made her shake off her concern.

"So," Farah spoke softly and approached you. "You're okay? Not feeling sad anymore, sweetie?"

She was still cautious, worried that she might say the wrong thing to make you relapse again.