'What else is she hiding from me? Am I really her biological daughter?'
Nora Ainsworth didn't know how she got back to the hospital room. She sat there quietly, not saying a word.
Mrs. Ainsworth had slipped into a coma again.
Her condition could only be described as extremely poor.
Nora Ainsworth wanted to find a chance to ask her, but there was no opportunity. Perhaps there never would be.
Dwelling on it was emotionally draining. The days passed one by one, and soon it was the fifth of the month.
During the day, her condition was unchanged. She had entered a deep coma.
Nora Ainsworth worried if she would make it through the night.
The illness had returned with a vengeance. Her face was so thin it had become gaunt, and Nora Ainsworth couldn't help but cry.
Just then, the sound of a ringing phone shattered the silence.
She looked up and saw it was Mrs. Ainsworth's phone.
It was the first time it had rung since she was admitted to the hospital.
