Myra crouched in front of her mother, her heart skipping a beat. She didn't what to think something was really wrong with her mother.
"Are you really okay? You were talking jovially just now. What's wrong, Mum?"
"I'm fine, dear." Angelina massaged her temples, staring at the earnest look on her daughter's face.
"I'm really fine, Myra. It's just a simple headache."
"You should go for some checkup, Mum." Myra sighed, standing up. "You've been having quite several pains recently."
"I'll just get some painkillers on my way home. I'll be fine, dear." Angelina stood up with a smile, showing Myra that she was fine.
Myra helped her to the kitchen and served her a glass of juice. "I'll be back."
She quickly made her way to her room to get her luggage and change into her flip-flops.
Myra retrieved Kevin's letter from her jean pocket. She blushed, just by looking at it again. Kevin had drawn the hearts after their names so intricately.