11 | the visit
A couple of days passed by since my mother came back home. The doctors gave a statement to me. They weren’t able to find out anything wrong in her blood, and they assumed that her body healed naturally, but I doubted it all, something was wrong. In the meantime, I didn’t go to work until my mother was okay. I watched her heal slowly. She began cooking and doing daily tasks. When she got her strength back, she begged to go do work, but I asked her not too. The factory wasn’t a safe environment, and this time, I wasn’t going to take any risks.
I found her a job in a nearby café as a waitress. It was the only one I could find in a short period of time. The pay was good enough for my mother. She didn’t need to worry about rent or bills as they were all getting paid by me.
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