"Yes?" she asked as she couldn't catch what she said. Since the day she had been admitted to

the hospital, it was very usual for her to immerse in her thoughts at random times.

Regardless of her surroundings, her mind would push her back somewhere, and she

wouldn't focus on what was happening around her. Just like now.

"Your food is turning cold. I will help you feed," Maria said and sat beside her on the bed,

beginning to take spoonfuls of porridge to feed her.

The ceramic bowl reminded her of ...