In comparison, Petra was not that comfortable. She opened her mouth to speak a few times but only ended up saying one sentence, "He’s really nice to you."
She was referring to Theo when she said 'he'. I nodded slightly and said indifferently, "Yes."
We fell into a long silence again after that.
"Yesterday, I heard that Mason is going to take Munchkin to South Vasetine," she spoke again in a cautious manner.
I nodded, looking at the lines on my palm and feeling a little irritable.
Petra sighed gently. "You and Theo should take advantage while you’re still young to have another child."
I looked up at her but did not say anything.
She was a little nervous from my stare and thought she had said something to make me mad. She quickly tried to save the situation. "I don't mean anything else. I’m just worried about you."
I pursed my lips and felt uncomfortable inside.
We were clearly mother and daughter, yet we had to b e so cautious around each other. Should I call this
ridiculous or pathetic?
However, how else should we get along if not like this?
Neither of us had an answer to that, hence we could only let it remain like this.
Not long after that, the nurse came in to administer the drip for Petra. With another person in the ward, the atmosphere seemed less awkward now.
The nurse finished administering the drip and went out. Soon after, Theo came back after buying breakfast.
Petra had just undergone an operation and could only eat plain food, so he bought oatmeal and eggs.
Theo took out the oatmeal from the bag and said with a smile, "I asked the nurse and you’re only allowed oatmeal and eggs. You can only eat other things in another two more days."
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