TIMOTHY POV
Timothy stood at the entrance of the hospital room, a mixture of emotions churning within him. The sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of medical equipment filled the air, creating a somber atmosphere that weighed heavily on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, before stepping inside.
His mother, lay in the hospital bed, her frail form propped up by pillows. Her once-vibrant eyes had lost some of their luster, and the lines on her face seemed more pronounced than ever. Despite her weakened state, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she saw Timothy.
"Hi, dear," she said, her voice soft and tired. "How have you been?"
Timothy approached her bedside, his expression strained. "I've been alright, Mom. But how about you? How have
