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The sound of her room door opening made Peach raise her head off the pillow and gazed at her mother, standing in the doorway, smiling at her.

"Can I come in?" Miss Grace asked cheerfully, closing the door behind her and stepping inside the room.

Slowly, Peach sat up from the bed, hugging her knees as she rested her head on her kneecaps, feeling a sense of sadness welling up within her as she watched her mother approach her with a warm smile and sit down beside her on the edge of the mattress.

"James made chicken soup for dinner with rice and vegetables." Miss Grace told her kindly.

Shaking her head slowly, Peach said with a sad smile, "I'm too full already, Mama. You should go ahead and eat without me."

"Peach, you have been in here all day and have barely put much in your stomach. That's not healthy!" Miss Grace chided her, gently squeezing Peach's hands.

One look at her mother and Peach could see her concern clearly written across her wrinkled brows and pursed lips.

The sight mad