385 A TALE OF HOPE AND TRUST

When she came out to the living room, she saw the worn-out and depressed look of her mother, one Maddison was trying hard to repress. She didn't notice any of that at first. She was simply too glad to be out of the hospital. At that moment, she felt slightly guilty for not thinking more about her mother. That thought plagued her for a long, and when she returned to her room, she thought of how to help her mother, Maddison. In the quiet hum of the evening, the house seemed to carry a weight heavier than its walls were accustomed to. Keisha, nestled amidst her flurry of stuffed animals and sketches, couldn't shake off the sight of her mother's weary steps and the way her shoulders slumped as she went about her day. The joy that once danced in Madison's eyes faded, leaving a dullness that spoke volumes of her inner turmoil. It was a sight that tugged at Keisha's heart, planting a seed of worry that grew with each glance. As if on cue, Madison stepped into Keisha's room while she was dee