She paused for a moment, then said nothing.
After the massage, she fetched some warm water and carefully wiped my face and hands before making me dinner.
The comments in the livestream continued to roll.
"The old lady still looks so gloomy today. It makes me angry just looking at her."
"That's right, her daughter's hand is so badly injured and she still has to take care of her and she doesn't even say a word of concern?"
"It's really disgusting. Some people just don't deserve kindness."
That day, Cherry didn't go to work. She said she wanted to spend time with me.
After finishing house chores, she pushed me out to the balcony to bask in the sun. She combed my hair, trimmed my nails and cleaned my ears. She kept me clean from head to toe. And then she moved a small stool and sat next to me.
She held my withered hand and began to speak softly, "Mom, do you remember? When we were little, you often took me to the balcony to bask in the sun. You loved braiding my hair and telling me stories here. You also said that your greatest wish was to see me happy."
As she spoke, her eyes welled up slightly. Just then, her phone rang. But she didn't answer. Instead, she gave me a deep look and hung up.