Call Me Mom

“Mdm. Queenie,” Cecilia called softly as she stepped inside.

At the sound of her voice, a faint light flickered in Queenie’s weary eyes. “Ceci,” she murmured, a rare warmth in her tone.

Despite her discomfort, she lifted a trembling hand and beckoned. “Come here, sit beside me.”

Cecilia hesitated for a moment before making her way over and settling into the chair beside the bed.

“You look…” She wanted to ask what had happened, but the words faltered on her tongue.

Queenie, however, chuckled lightly, waving off her concern. “It’s nothing. The changing weather must be making me look worse than usual. The doctor assured me it’s nothing serious.”