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Chapter 11

My neck spun so quickly that it actually might break.

"Normal?" I asked curiously. What could he be indicating by saying normal, wasn't he living a normal life?

"Partying, drinking, and fucking, isn't it what called being normal?" His eyes never averted from the road, as he drove through the cold winds.

"Being happy, showing kindness, and loving is what is called normality, not what you said." I retorted. Whatever he told was not a necessity or in his words normalcy rather it's all are luxury, being happy, showing kindness, and love is what is important for normality in life.

He looked at me, and something dark flashed in his eyes which he instantly masked. Then, he come closer to me making me breathless, his hand went to another side of me.

"You are innocent," he whispered in my ears, and I looked wide-eyed at him, he opened the door of the car and pulled his body away from me. As we were talking, I didn't comprehend that we had reached the hospital.

I composed myself.

"Thank you for dropping me," without waiting for his reply, I moved out of the car and sprinted towards the hospital entrance.

I caught sight of the reception area and over there.

"Can you please tell me the room number of Sandra Gracia?" I asked, and woman looked at me.

"Are you a relative?"

"I am her daughter."

"She is in 402," she replied with least interest while examining some papers.

Soon my search came to end when I discovered the number of the room in which my mother was stationed at. The doctor was examining her, I deliberately went inside.

"How is she?" I asked, worriedly. I was scared she might have kind of the injuries which will be impossible to recover from.

"Her condition is excellent, just little bruises here and there and she might have to suffer little pain in her shoulder endued through the impact of car," Doctor smiled.

" Can she discharge today?"

"Yes, you can take her after some check-up."

I sighed, as relief washes over me. I was delighted to figure out that her health was decent. After conveying my gratitude to the doctor, I settled on the small plastic chair planted near my mother's bed. She was conscious. Her face was the same, beautiful, but I noticed drinking extensively had aged her, there were few wrinkles on her forehead.

" M-Mom," I choked.

"E-Emerald?" she laid on the bed in a stiff position, the bandages were wrapped around her.

"Water," she demanded in a hoarse voice. From the side table, I retained the jug and poured some water into the glass and handed it to her, she gulped it as if she has been in the desert for days and finally received a drop of water. After she finished drinking, she looked at me sharply.

"What are you doing here?"

" I came to see you, how you are feeling?" I mumbled and grasped her hand.

Her gaze scrutinized me and a frown that attached to her face, she yanked away her hand from my grip.

"Are you wearing makeup? And what is this? this dress is so revealing, college air certainly changed you." Contempt and judgement was clear in her voice.

My stomach clenched.

My dress wasn't extensively revealing, nevertheless, she simply wanted to mortify me. I didn't speak my mind, discerning her condition. Nothing has changed except her; she had become more inconsiderate and ruthless. The sad thing was I was worry about her and she was still bitter about me leaving the home.