It happened again
One day, Michael went to his mother’s house to have a cup of tea with her while he was already in the neighborhood, and he couldn’t believe his eyes when she opened the door. When she opened the door, he couldn’t believe his eyes: “Oh, Mom! Is everything all right? How did this happen to you? “He asked as he gently held Cathy in his arms and entered the house.” She heaved a sigh and turned her eyes. Once again, she was covered in bruises.
It Happened Again
Michael’s concern
Michael slowly guides his mother into the living room and asks her to rest on the couch, showing his concern. Mom, let’s settle down. “You need to calm down,” he tells her gently. As she settled on the sofa, he watched her intently, his frail form looking even more delicate. Cathy smiled slightly, trying to lighten the mood, but it was clear that Michael was preoccupied. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Michael’s worry
