Drowning herself in the warmth of the dark tea, she searched aimlessly for answers.
"Should I not heed what she says and let her be?"
"How could I? She is my mother after all."
"Doing anything only aggravates the situation. Each word, every silence futile."
Tring! Tring! The phone rang, breaking her chain of thoughts. A holiday picture of her mother holding her hand flashed on the screen. She stared at it for the longest time, the ring of the phone now a distant sound.
Taking a deep breath, she swiped 'Accept', but the call missed.
A tear escaped.
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