Amy's hand froze in midair. She stared at the empty kitchen. She realized her father truly hadn't planned to brew any medicine for her. He had clearly brewed two bowls, yet he didn't share even one with her. Amy felt as if an invisible crack had appeared in her heart. The pain made her whole body tremble. It turned out that in her father's heart, Aunt Miche was more important than she was!
At this very moment, she missed her mother desperately. She remembered how her mother used to care for her meticulously whenever she fell ill. Once, she had playfully run off to the lake and developed a fever in the middle of the night. Her mother had stayed by her bedside all night long. Whenever a midnight headache kept her awake, her mother would gently wipe her tears, pat her back, and coax her to sleep with a soothing lullaby. But now that she was sick, her father didn't care for her; instead, he went to look after someone else.
