Wendy looked at her. "Am I dreaming? Are you really here?"

Gale held her hand and said, "I'm really here, Mom. I came to see you. I miss you so much."

Only in front of her mother would she act like a little girl. Only then could she be herself, not needing to be strong.

"Gale…" Wendy's tears constantly fell.

"Mom, why are you crying? Aren't I fine?"

Wendy sat up from the bed. "You stupid child. You only ever tell me the good things. How much have you suffered before?"

Gale bit her lips. "M