"Daughter, run away! A mother and brother like this aren't worth it."
The livestream was abuzz with insults and even reporters called me.
"Is this the three-day secret livestream you wanted? Do you know what you've been getting yelled at these past two days? Your daughter has done so much for you, aren't you just asking for trouble?"
I glanced at Cherry, who was alone in the living room tending to her wounds and said calmly, "There's one last day. You'll know everything then."
On the morning of the third day, Cherry, as usual, came to my room as soon as she got up.
"Mom, how are you feeling today? Is your appetite better?" She asked softly, expertly examining me.
I didn't answer, merely glancing at her bandaged hand. Blood was still seeping from it. Seeing I remained silent, Cherry massaged my limbs as usual, moving my joints and preventing muscle atrophy.
Her movements were gentle, as if she were caring for her treasure. "Mom, look, what a beautiful day today."
"After dinner, I'll take you out for a walk. The doctor says more outdoor activity is good for you,” she looked out the window, trying to find a conversation starter.
But I remained indifferent, "I don't want to."