Sylvia's Point of View...
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Two days later…..
"Mom, are you alright?"
I looked at Paris, surprised. We were tidying up after our meal, and I hadn't realized how long I'd been staring blankly at the plate in my hands, forgetting to wash it.
"Y-yes, sweetheart, I'm okay." I smiled faintly and reached out to pat her head.
"Mom, if you're not okay, you don't have to force yourself to wash the dishes. I can take care of it myself so you can rest for a while."
Her words made me smile, even though there was worry in her eyes.
"Sweetheart, you don't need to worry about me. I can handle this on my own."
Paris pouted at that, her little lips forming a stubborn curve.
"But Mom… you've hardly rested since last night. You stayed up so late taking care of Egypt that you've completely forgotten to take care of yourself. What if you get sick, too? I don't think I could handle looking after both you and Egypt at the same time."
