When Silence Speaks of Regret
However, my hand went right through her body.
I screamed in fright, but Mom didn't react at all.
I tried to take the stuffed toy on the bed and the glass of water on the nightstand. However, I couldn't touch either of them.
There was no helping it. So, I lay back down meekly beside Mom. It was good to just silently keep her company as well.
Wasn't Mom hungry, though? She kept lying there. She hadn't even had a sip of water.
I began to miss the nutritious meals that Mom had made for me. She would always make the food I liked to eat and make sure I was full.