Chapter 7：Longing (1/2)

Anya kept the black business card in her bag carelessly, trying not to think that Aiden was looking for her. She didn't have time to think about that man.

She immediately got ready and went to the hospital to visit her mother.

Her mother had been in a coma for three years and is living in the hospital. During those three years, Anya struggled alone. Struggling to finish college and also to make money for her mother's hospital fees.

Her mother used to be a perfumer, a famous perfume creator. Since childhood, Anya often heard stories about her mother's work. With her perfume, her mother could make women feel much more confident.

Anya's mother's stories gradually became part of her dream, leading her to major in chemist during her college days. She hoped that one day she can become a professional perfumer like her mother.

Because of her job, her mother owned a small piece of land which she used for farming. Every weekend, her mother often invited Anya to plant various kinds of flowers and told her about various kinds of knowledge about the world of perfume.

By relying on that knowledge and sharpness of smell, Anya used her abilities to earn money. She made perfume and aromatherapy for sale in small shops.

That was all she could do right now to survive. Unfortunately, that alone was not enough to pay for her enormous necessities of life.

After finishing getting ready, she used her bicycle to head to the hospital. Anya tries to save money so that she doesn't use the money to take public transportation. Usually, he would go on foot. If the journey was far enough, he would use her bicycle.

The hospital was like a second home to her. The free time she had would be spent visiting the hospital, checking on her mother's condition. Every trip to the hospital, she always prayed and hoped that her mother would wake up and greet her with a smile like when she came home from school. But unfortunately, every day she had to be heartened to accept her hope that kept falling apart.

Today was the same as the previous days, Anya saw the figure of her mother who was still fast asleep and showed no sign of waking up. Various machines surround her, keeping her mother in a stable condition.

As time went on, her mother's appearance began to change. Her shoulder-length black hair was graying. Her once smooth face started to wrinkle and her body looked very thin, as if time had eaten up her youth.

”Mother ... Anya misses you.” She said softly, ”Come on, wake up, Mom. Anya needs Mother.”

That day, it felt like all the feelings that were buried in her heart were pouring out. The incident that happened to her today seemed to add to the burden that had accumulated in her heart, making everything she felt seemed to be overflowing out of control.

The tears came down one after another. Anya could not hold back her sobs.

She really missed her mother. The place where he leaned and complained. A place where he shared laughter and stories. The only person who loved her sincerely and was willing to do anything for her sake.

However, Anya knew there was no point in crying. The crying couldn't wake her mother.

Her sadness could not make her mother recover right away.