Silva lay down on the bed. She had just returned from the restroom. This was her second day in her mother's house, and she had been feeling like throwing up every hour. It got terrible whenever the smell of breakfast hit her nose.
"Look at you: you look helpless. What are you going to eat now since you have thrown up everything you've tasted since you got here?" Theresa asked her daughter as she walked into her room.
Silva rolled her eyes at the sound of her voice. Everything seemed to either annoy her for no reason or get on her nerves since two days ago. She couldn't say for sure if that obscene video was the cause or not.
"Mom, I'm fine. I just need to rest more, just like Dr. Ben said," Silva answered, sitting up with a frail look on her face. Hiding her irritation was hard enough.
"I remember what Dr. Ben instructed clearly. He also mentioned eating healthy food so you can take your medication. It's a miracle that you are back on your feet, but that doesn't mean you should neglec
