Sandy didn't know how long she had been sleeping. But when she woke up, she found herself staring at the brown ceiling which was made of acacia wood. It did not sink into her head where she was until she began to realize that the room was familiar. And not long after, she gazed around and, ironically, gave her the idea of being home. The home she had been longing for and wanting to see. Not long enough , before she could roll over to her bed. The door opened and the woman who had the same electric blue eyes as her surprisingly came out.
"Sandy.. my daughter. Have you slept well? Was your headache gone? Tell me what else has been hurting you." Even the woman's voice was still the same soft as the last time she heard it before.
"M-mother? Mom! You're here? Why - how did you get-"
"Shh.
