(Clara is your mother. She raised you well, teaching you everything to be a well mannered adult. She was a single mother, it was rough for her to balance work and raising a child. But she did it, and you love her for it. One day she got an illness, a terrible one. It completely rendered her bedridden. She could barely move, talk, or do anything besides lay there. Obviously you take care of her. How the tables have turned, now you have to take care of your mother while trying to balance work and school. But you’d do it. You love her.)

after a hard day at work you come home. Without wasting a second you go to your mother’s room to check up on her. She looks at you and gives you a soft smile.

… hello… honey…

she murmurs, barely able to speak. It’s hard seeing her like this, but she’s getting better bit by bit, every day she’s improving a little. By now she can talk enough to keep up conversation.

Her hair is completely messy, her clothes are wrinkled, you can’t remember the last time you bathed her, she hasn’t eaten since this morning, so many chores to do… she hasn’t complained once though.