She was extremely confused, her headache, her limbs had no strength but still managed to get up. The only thing she cares about now is the baby, the wounds on her body because of vigorous exercise but bleeding still do not concern her. Waldo came in from the outside with a bag of food in hand. Seeing that she had calmed down, she tried to sit up while still injured. He quickly put his things to the side and ran to help her sit up. “You just had an accident, the wound hasn't healed yet. Do not move vigorously.” She ignored his reminders. His hands clasped his hands tightly, his eyes were red with tears. “Waldo... Where's mine... Why can't I feel anything when I touch my stomach? Is there something wrong with my child?" He responded to her with an affectionate smile, gently placing a pillow behind his back for her to lean on. “You are not feeling well. You have to eat well to recover.” He still smiles. Walking to the table, he took out a bowl of hot porridge, pulled a cha

"I set you free." After saying those words, she smiled at him. Obviously trying to hide the pain, but his eyes were the exact opposite. Her black face at this time was deeply sad, her eyelids were swollen from crying a lot. To say these words, she must have mustered up all her courage. Maybe he didn't know how she felt when she heard the news that her son had died. At that time, she seemed to be dumbfounded, her mind spinning, thinking only of following her child. She felt like a failure with herself. The child she carried in her womb but could not protect. Waking up from a long coma, she curled up on the bed motionless. She cried so much that she couldn't breathe, her heart hurt so much it almost stopped beating. From the bottom of her soul, she felt extremely empty. She was unable to fulfill her motherhood. The pain that had just subsided not long ago, once again flared up when she saw him. The marriage of two people started from one side. When he was concerned, worri

Leaving the people's court, Andrew drove to the nursing home to meet his mother. Now he has no mind for work, coming home to an empty house just feels bored. He needed a place to express his feelings. After more than 30 minutes on the road, the car stopped in front of Hanh Phuc nursing home. Parked the car in the parking lot, he brought the fruit basket prepared to go inside. Prevention 357. The creaking sound of rusty hinges resounded. His mother sat across from the window, staring blankly into the distance. Standing at the door looking at his mother, almost every time he came here, he saw this scene. He didn't understand what was so interesting about the big bleak blue sky out there that his mother liked to look at it like that. Whether it was sunrise or sunset, his mother always liked to watch it intently. Although he wondered in his heart, he never once asked his mother the reason. He approached his mother, gently placed the fruit basket on the table and asked: “Why a

Minerva took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air, and returned to her room to pack her clothes. On the table there are two plane tickets to Vietnam that have been prepared in advance. To make this decision, she had to think carefully. Life here is really good, but New York is not a place where she can thrive. Returning to Vietnam, she will have more opportunities here, partly because of the congruence in the language, partly because she wants to spend more time taking care of her children. “Mom!” From the outside, the voice of a child resounded inside. The door to the room opened, and a boy about 5 or 6 years old rushed in and hugged his leg. The child looked at his mother and whined. “Mom, I folded all my clothes. Mom let me play." She stopped and hugged Harold in her arms and said: “Harold is very good. Let's just go play." She lightly kissed Harold's cheek then sat Harold down on the bed and continued to arrange the things. Harold obediently did not disturb her, but took o