Becca and her Mum in her Father's house.

                 Becca's pov 

"So grandma, how have you been?" I asked grandma as we ate dinner quietly but I decided to break the silence.

Grandma was chewing on her veggies slowly and her attention was just on the food.

Mom was lost in thought because she barely even touched her meal – just tossing on it.

She was just stabbing the meatballs with her fork and I felt for the poor thing ; she was stabbing the meatballs so hard like it was the cause of her problem.

Grandma cleared her throat and turned to look at me. She wiped the corner of her lips with the dinning hankie.

"It was boring. The smell of the hospital made me more sick. I couldn't wait to get discharged and go home." She shrugged and continued eating.

"Yeah. I hate the smell of hospital too grandma." I scrunched up my face while she chuckled lightly.

"You couldn't even visit me at the hospital, Becca. You're a