Myrtle Shade

Cherry froze and pinned from where she stood, her mouth opened in massive shock. She couldn't believe that her mother's depression led her to the use of whatever kind of drug she had been indulging for a long time already. Not to mention the fact that she was using the latest drug the underworld had lately produced. She lived a lonely life and put herself aloof from the world. How come had she associated herself to those people who influenced her in using these addictive substances? And knowing about her mother's standards, the image she tried to uphold, and the beauty she maintained to conceal her insecurities, she could never accept the truth of her current situation.

As the doctor promised, the ICU nurses transported her mother to a regular private room a few minutes later. She was still asleep when they wheeled her in and even a few hours after they got themselves into the new room. That gave Cherry some ample time to prepare herself for their meeting.