I slept through to 8 a.m. in the morning. I went to kitchen and cooked breakfast for my parents.

After breakfast, I helped my parents to fill out a medical questionnaire sheet that was required for yesterday’s insurance application form.

***

After the medical questionnaire process, my dad asked me to take him to the local hearing aid store. He said it would not take long. We thought we could have come back within 30 minutes or so.

However, the process took them more than one hour.

After 30 minutes passed since we arrived at the store, I received a phone call from my mom. Her voice sounded very irritated. To my surprise, my mom yelled at me for our staying at the store for longer that we thought. I asked my mom to calm down. I explained her the store worker and my dad have been doing the necessary procedure without wasting any time. The store worker needed to adjust his new hearing aid into the computer program. I thought it unfair that my mom yelled at me even though the process was nothing to do with me. It was actually nobody’s fault for taking longer than we thought.

According to the house helper, after my mom ate lunch, her temper calmed down.

I should have known well at that time, that my mom easily gets irritated because of her being sick or maybe because of her taking too much medications. I admit that I am still an immature human. It was not easy for me to deal well with my mom’s emotional swing.

***

After we came back home from the hearing aid store, I had a quick lunch.

In the early afternoon, my mom asked me to take her to the bank located in the next town. She wanted to close one of her fixed-term deposit accounts. She could not do so earlier, because she was reluctant to ask the helper to go there with her due to the private bank information.

At the bank, we needed to wait for quite a long time for them to process it. I was surprised at the extremely low interest rate in Japanese bank. For example, I know the interest rate of one American bank’s 5-year term deposit account was 2.48% (0.0248) as of last year 2019. Today my mom received the interest cash that was only 0.00375% (=0.0000375). The bank teller told us they had to deduct the income tax from the bank interest. This is probably one of the examples of Japanese economy being very bad.

***

When we came back home, it was past 3 p.m. My mom went directly to bed and slept, same as yesterday.

***

I cooked some side dishes for my mom. They are steamed sweet potatoes and pumpkin. They should be helpful for my mom to easily digest.

After the cooking, I had one-hour free time for myself. I walked to the shopping area at the closest station. I wanted to buy some Japanese food to bring back to America. I also wanted to buy some gifts for my daughter.

***

My free time went by quickly. I needed to be back home in a hurry because I had an appointment with two people. One person is the representative who came to our house yesterday for my parents’ insurance appreciation. She arranged another representative who deals with the lease of nursing-care products. They were to arrive at my parents’ house at 5 p.m. to install a handrail for my mom’s bed.

***

When the two representatives arrived at my parents’ house, my mom was still sleeping on the futon mattress on the first floor.

I explained the two representatives that my mom was sick and sleeping. I invited them to my parents’ bedroom of the second floor.

The male representative installed a handrail next to my mom’s bed. We decided to add one more handrail on the other side of the bed toward the bedroom door. Then, I showed them around other house areas where my mom goes in a daily basis. We decided to install some handrails in the bathroom, one step inside the bathtub, and a walker.

My dad checked my mom several times and forced my mom to come out from bed. He insisted my mom to be in the meeting because we were talking about her nursing-care products.

My mom came out from bed and sat down in the dining table in the living room with the two representatives. My mom was still too sick to walk around the house to hear their explanations about new products that we agreed to lease.

I roughly explained my mom what we have agreed to lease in front of the two representatives. My mom agreed and thanked them for their support.

***

After the two representatives left, my mom wanted to take a bath. Previously my parents went to take a bath together. My dad said he supported my mom for taking a bath. Since today was my 4^th day, I got to know better. I knew my dad was not supportive for my mom in the bath tub. So, for today’s bath time, I offered my mom a help to take a bath.

It was good that I was with my mom in the dressing room in front of bath tub. When my mom was taking off her clothes, she several times lost her conscious and almost fell down backward. I happened to be standing behind her, so that I could support her from behind. She didn’t have energy left to wash her hair and body. All she could do was to soak herself in the hot water bath tub for a short period of time. She said she has not washed her body and hair for more than one month. I offered her to wash her body and hair, but she politely turned down my offer. She said she would get sick if she stays longer in the bathroom. So, I could not help her for doing so.

I really concern about her after I leave. She needs somebody to support her taking a bath. She still sleeps in her bed of the second floor. It was so dangerous for her to climb up and down the stairs. She needs to sleep on the first floor. In that case, she will need to install a bed on the first floor. Right now she sleeps in day time on the futon mattress on the first floor. It seems so hard to her to get up from the futon mattress on the floor. There are many issues to be solved for my mom. I wonder who can be much supportive after I leave.

My dad is not supportive at all. He is stubborn and does not agree with everything I mentioned. I have thought a lot about any possible help source before I fall asleep. I could not get any good idea. I was at a loss on how I can be a help for my mom in this situation to make her life to a better situation.

I slept through to 6 a.m. in the morning. Unlike my previous trip to Japan, this time my body does not suffer from a terrible jet lag. I enjoyed the quietness and peacefulness morning time for a while.

Unfortunately though, my quiet and peaceful morning did not last long.

Just past 7 a.m. in the morning, I heard a loud thud accompanied with an entire house shook. Then some seconds later, I heard my mom’s subtle voice calling my name and asking for help. I quickly climbed up the stairs and went into my parents’ bedroom on the second floor. There, I saw my mom laying down on the floor next to her bed.

I could not understand what I was seeing for a while. I need to shake myself back to the reality. I held my mom with my both arms and carried her on the bed.

She then told me what happened to her.

When she was walking to the door, her feet got numbed and could not support her body, so that she fell down on the floor. She was too weak to get up on her own.

I lost my voice for a while. It was shocking to me.

Another shocking fact was about my dad.

Regardless of the loud thud with the entire house shook, and although my dad was in his room on the same floor; on the second floor, he could not hear a thing. After ten to twenty minutes later since I carried my mom from the floor to bed, my dad finally came into the bedroom. He didn’t know about my mom’s fall down at all.

It was good that I was there to help my mom this morning. I felt scared by thinking what if the same thing happens when I am not in the house.

According to my mom, the same thing happened many times in last month. Since she has been sick and weak, and she fell down on the floor many times everywhere in the house; in the stairs, the bedroom, the bathtub, and the living room. At every time, although my dad was somewhere at home, he never noticed my mom’s accident right away. My mom had to wait for somebody such as a helper or a nurse to visit their house for some hours until they notice my mom in the ground and carry her back to bed.

There is a fact making the situation worse.

My dad recently broke the bones in his right wrist, and he has been wearing a cast for these past two weeks. Even if he notices my mom’s fall down on the floor, he would not be able to carry my mom’s body up because he is also weak as my mom.

***

After my mom calmed down from her fall down, I went downstairs and cooked breakfast for my parents.

Yesterday I went to the grocery store and bought some food ingredients for them. I cooked thin brown rice porridge and miso soup contained grated vegetables. I also cooked some other side dishes that were easy to digest.

My mom didn’t have appetite at first, but as soon as she saw the healthy looking breakfast, her appetite was back. She finished all the dishes in her tray. She appreciated me for cooking the healthy food.

***

At 10:00 a.m., my parents had an appointment about the application form for Certification of Needed Long-Term Care. This is the certificate issued by the local City. The City takes up to one month to make their decision on the applicant’s rank of the demanding needs. If my parents are certified, some of the payments such as nursing-care products or helpers will be covered by the City. In my parents’ case, the City will cover 80% of the fee. 

Since my parents could not go to their office, one representative visited our house. My parents could have applied this certificate many years ago, but my dad had stubbornly refused their supporting offer for the application.

I believe every event happens for a certain reason. My mom’s fall down of this morning was supposed to happen while I was here. So, I told the application representative about the incident. Luckily enough, the representative knew the right person who can prepare any necessary nursing-care products such as handrails and supportive steps in the bath tub. She promised me to arrange the person and a handrail we can put next to my mom’s bed as a starter.  She also mentioned she would do her best possibly tomorrow.     

This application process was long and tiring, especially for the sick person like my mom. The representative person has to interview my parents individually with many questions. Their application process and interview finally ended after 12:00 p.m. We all were exhausted.

***

After we had a quick lunch, my mom asked me to take her the local credit union branch. My dad was at that time in the process of selling one of his real estates to my brother’s company, which used to be my dad’s company. For the process, my dad needed the official land title. My mom needed to open their safe deposit box to get the document.

We went to the credit union by taxi. My mom had a hard time to raise her feet in order to get in taxi. Everything I witnessed about my mom’s getting weak was shocking to me.

***

At the credit union office, when my mom handed the stamp to open the safe deposit box, the teller said in an apologetic tone that it was the wrong stamp. My mom looked very sick. She was reluctant to go back home to get the right stamp and come back to the credit union. I begged the director to let my mom open the safety box. The director accepted my request with one condition, only if I could bring the right stamp before they close the office. I accepted their condition.

Now, my mom was allowed to open the safety box. However, another issue happened. She could not find the right document in the safety box. My brother kept calling my mom about the document. He sent his accounting worker to the credit union. After all of us confirmed that the right document was not in the safety box, we decided to go back home.

The accountant, who is my brother’s employee, offered us a ride back home. She sent one male worker to the credit union.

I knew this male worker. He was my immediate junior staff when I was working for my dad’s company. We both were belonged to the sales division. I taught him my jobs for one year.

When he recognized me and greeted at me, I could not hold my tears back. I hid myself in the back of my mom. I could not greet him back looking into his eyes. I was secretly shedding tears in the back seat.

Again, my mom had a hard time to get into his car. I needed to carry her body by her bottom.

Once we arrived at my parents’ house, my mom went directly to lay down on the futon mattress on the first floor. I got the right stamp for the credit union’s safety box. I needed to return there to place the stamp in their document.

My previous coworker offered me another round trip to the credit union branch and my parents’ house. I could have walked there, but I gladly accepted his offer. It has been more than 20 years to see him, so that I wanted to talk with him. By then, I was calmed down. I enjoyed talking with him for a while on the way to the credit union.

My brother recently renovated his company building. It was just completed in September of 2019. I’ve never been to his new office building. My precious coworker offered to show me around the new building. I gladly accepted his offer again.

***

My brother’s new office building was a nice clean one. While the previous office building was a five-storied building, my brother made it to a three-storied building. It was covered by light blue glass windows. The entire building had lots of natural sun light.

I resigned my dad’s company at the age of 29, so it has been 21 years passed. While we had 40 employees at that time, now it is shrink down to 17 employees. The coworkers whom I knew were not there anymore, except for only three employees.

It was good to see my previous coworker again. I enjoyed our conversation. This conversation with him became one of the precious time for me in this trip. I appreciate his kind offer to give us a ride of two round trips. Also, I appreciate his showing me around my brother’s new office building.              

***

When I came back to my parents’ home, my mom was still sleeping.

***

In the late afternoon, I had a surprise visitor. It was my cousin. Since my cousin didn’t know of my visit in Japan, he was surprised to see me again. My cousin is 19 years older than I. When I was still a small child, he often visited our house. He was very nice and friendly. He often babysat my brother and me by playing with us. I liked him a lot. I haven’t seen him for many years. Maybe the last time we saw each other was when I was 35 years old. So, it has been 15 years of no-seen each other.

***

My cousin came by his car. I wanted to go to the local curry restaurant. I could have walked there myself, but I wanted to talk to him in private, so I asked him to give me a ride to the restaurant. He gladly accepted my request. He also wanted to talk to me.

My mom often talked about him. In last June, when both of my parents were hospitalized in turn, my cousin visited my parents’ house often and helped my parents a lot. He escorted my mom to the hospital. He brought back trashes from my parents’ house and took them out in his local area.

My cousin and my mom grew up like siblings when they were still small. My grandpa, my aunt and uncle and their child (my cousin), and my mom had lived in a same house. My mom and my cousin are ten years apart. My mom often told me my cousin is like her little brother. My mom had taken good care of my cousin as her little brother. My cousin told me now it is his time to repay all the love that he has received from my mom. I was so happy to hear that. I appreciate my cousin for being nice to my mom.

***

Right before my departure of this trip, I checked the one week weather report for the area of my parents’ house. It said we would have rainy days all the week. However, it turned out different. We had a very hot and sunny day today. The evening news reported that today’s temperature was the record high for the first time in 104 years for the end of January. I guess I have brought a sunny day with high temperature from my current hometown; Arizona. I enjoyed the hot sunny day today.

It started off as a good day. I spent all day with my parents. My parents looked happy to have me back to their house. It was as if three of us time-traveled back to our younger years when I was still a small child living with them in the same house. I felt good about my visiting them by myself, instead of bringing my daughter with me.

***

They started hiring a professional house helper since last June, when both my parents had to be hospitalized and have a surgery for their cancer. I never met nor talked with the helper in person.

Today I finally could meet her and got to know her personal life. She was 58 years old. She is happily married. She and her husband have four boys, and all of their sons are grown up. She works efficiently and has been helping my parents a lot. I appreciate her sincere and polite attitude toward my parents. We exchanged LINE address, so that we can communicate for the future.  

***

While I was talking with my mom, I got so emotional, but I was still successful to hold my tears back. I didn’t cry all day today.

In last month; December 2019, my mom’s health condition had been very, very bad, to the point where she thought she would die. That pushed her to do whatever she had to prepare for her death.

First, she bought a funeral dress for me so that I won’t need to worry about the funeral outfit.

Second, she specified her preference of her own funeral in details. She wants her funeral to be very simple in a minimum scale. She doesn’t want to invite a whole bunch of people; just limited to only small number of adults whom she was close to. She doesn’t want to invite any children and young people, because attending a funeral is tough for them. She wants to have a back ground music of Hawaiian aloha relaxing music. She wants all the attendees of her funeral to be happy, as she will be released in the safe place in spirit at the time of her funeral.

Third, she mentioned about their new grave.

***

My dad gave me more detailed information about the grave.

They recently bought a new gravestone and the land for themselves. It was real recently as of last month; December 2019. The cemetery is located on the street across my graduated elementary school. It is also located on the street across my dad’s company.

I was in a complicated feeling to hear this news, due to two reasons.

The first reason is about my mom’s preference. It is against of her preference.

In my last visit of Japan, my mom clearly mentioned she did not want to be buried in the graveyard. She asked me to take the same procedure of her father. Her father; my maternal grandfather, was the last person who held his family name. He had three daughters, and all of them married and changed to their husbands’ family names. He didn’t have his family grave. My mom decided to keep his ashes in the ossuary of her favorite temple. Since 1981; the year my grandfather passed away, my mom has repetitively paid for the following 10 years’ renew fee to the temple. My mom told me she recently paid for another 10 years’ renew fee. After my mom passes away, she wants me to let go of my grandfather’s ash. The temple will take care of it as a group ash. So, her preference was to keep her ashes in the same temple with her dad for the first 10 years, and after the 10 years, just let the temple to take care of it as a group with others.

Obviously my mom was not happy for my dad’s purchasing their new grave. As his daughter, I know my dad always decides everything without discussing with my mom or us; his children. He has been a typical autocrat in this family.

They also bought their “戒名”. It is pronounced as “Kaimyo”. It is a Buddhism name engraved on one’s gravestone. There are some ranks in Kaimyo. My dad bought theirs at the highest price. He didn’t mention the exact price, but I guess it costed them more than two million yen for their Kaimyo. As for purchasing Kaimyo, I have my own opinion, but I am going to refrain from sharing it here to avoid offending some people. All I can say here is I am not going to buy my own Kaimyo.

***

Purchasing a grave is good and bad.

My paternal side’s family grave is located in his hometown, where is in the isolated rural area. I don’t remember how I can get there. All I remember is it takes many hours to get there, through several public transportations. Or another option to get there is by a car, but unfortunately I don’t know the address. I don’t remember the direction at all. And I don’t know my uncle’s or my cousins’ contact information. My dad prohibits me to contact them anyway. It is a long story that I will share in some other opportunity.

So, the good thing is now my parents’ new grave is located in their current hometown, which is easy access to me.

However, the bad thing is the new responsibility. My brother and I, and additionally our decedents in the future, will automatically bear the responsibility to keep the grave. Somebody has to take care of it, by occasionally visiting it, cleaning it, and paying for the renew fee. Again, in my personal opinion, I don’t want to be buried in a grave because I want my decedents to be free from any responsibilities. But it is just my personal opinion, and I am not going to argue about this with anybody. I respect everybody’s different preference and opinion.

***

Another biggest news for me was about my condominium. When I left Japan twelve years ago, I could have sold it with around five million yen according to the realtors at that time. My parents prevented me from selling it, because they feared of my getting divorced and coming back to Japan. My parents bought it off from me and paid the remainder of my mortgage payment of five million yen on behalf of me. We changed the owner name from me to my mom’s name. Since then for 12 years, the condominium kept vacant. On the latter half of last year 2019, they finally put it for sale, but no luck in selling it. Last month, December of 2019, they decided to sell it in a very low price to the realtor company. I was shocked at the sold price. It was only one million yen, which is amazingly low price. However, all in all, I am glad that they finally got rid of my condominium. For the past 12 years, they had been paid the land tax and monthly management fee for the vacant house. Now they are completely free from all the responsible payments. I felt relieved to hear this news.

***

My dad has been in the process of tidying up of his real estates. He used to own many real estates in different areas, to the point where no other family knows about it. Starting last year, he has sold many of them. At this moment, he shrank down to only three real estates. I appreciate him for simplifying his real estates.

***

This trip was different from my previous ones. In my last visit of March 2019, my dad was not ready to talk about his death. He got mad at me to talk about his death and inheritance. Now he has changed from last visits. He openly talked about his death and our inheritance.

I mentioned about my brother. Before I moved to America 12 years ago, my brother asked me to sign the document that I would discard my right of inheritance. I didn’t sign it because it was against of my parents’ preference. My brother has not changed about his desire. Even recently he asked my mom to omit me from inheritance sharing. He wanted to inherit everything all to himself, not sharing it with me. I talked about it with my parents. Both my parents want my brother and me to share equally. They firmly told me not to discard my right of inheritance. I was glad to hear this from them. I never could talk openly with my parents about this topic.

***

My mom’s health issue started in June 2016. My mom begged my dad to stop smoking inside the house. My dad rejected my mom’s request. After their long discussion, my dad finally agreed to smoke only in the second floor. He agreed not to smoke in the first floor, where my mom stays almost all day in the kitchen and living room. That was what I heard from my mom years ago.

Sadly my dad didn’t keep his promise. Right after we had dinner, my dad started smoking in the living room on the first floor. I got after him about his breaking his promise. He yelled back at me.

My good day ended with a terrible argument with my dad. I am sad that my dad is not supportive for my mom. If he really loves her and cares for her, he would have completely stopped smoking long time ago. I am sad to know how stubborn and selfish my own dad is.

The international flight to Japan arrived at 3:25 p.m. We arrived one hour earlier than their scheduled arrival time.

All the passengers needed to wait for a quite long for our suitcases come out in the turntable. The custom process went through simple and fast. When I finally came out from the airport, it was past 5 p.m.

From there, I needed to go through the tiresome process before arriving at my final destination.

I needed to wait in the long waiting line of limousine bus, walk to the JR station with a carrying suitcase, buy a train ticket, and climb up and down a whole bunch of stairs to the station ticketing area to the train platform. From the closest train station, I took a taxi to my parents’ house.

I arrived at their house around 7 p.m. When I entered the gate and walked through to the entrance door, my dad was there opening the entrance door for me.

My mom was sitting at the dining table chair. She apologized for not walking to the entrance. She looked very sick and exhausted.

I naturally hugged my mom and dad. They seemed to be very happy to see me again.

Before my departure, I told my mom not to worry about my dinner of my arrival day. I was planning to buy something, such as a bento box on the way to my parents’ house, but I didn’t have any opportunity to buy anything. I was exhausted anyway so that I didn’t have any appetite for dinner.

After took a bath, I had a glass of sake, and went to bed.

My pocket Wifi has arrived at my parents’ house in the morning. The setup was easy and simple. Before I fall asleep, I sent a message to my husband and daughter through LINE that I arrived safely.

It was a long tiring day. I left my house in America at 4 a.m. and I arrived at my parents’ house at 4 a.m. in Arizona time. It took me 24 hours from door to door. I truly realized how far I moved away from my parents’ house.

I am glad I arrived safely.

My family and I work up at 3:00 a.m., and left for the airport at 4:00 a.m. They gave me a ride to the airport. It is usually the opposite. I give my husband a ride to the airport for his business trip. This time is the other way around.

I took two flights; one domestic flight and one international flight. Both flights were almost empty. I could comfortably use the vacant seats all to myself.

While waiting for the international flight at the gate, the workers kept calling a passenger. His name was “Michael Jackson.” His name was called more than five or six times. I guess everybody thought exactly same as I did. “He’d better hurry up and go see the worker now.” 

The flight from America to Japan is always tough as the airplane proceeds against the wind. It takes longer than the opposite direction. From America to Japan, it takes 12.5 hours, but in opposite direction of from Japan to America, it takes 9.5 hours.

In the international flight, I watched three Japanese movies.

First movie: コンフィデンスマン. It was a comedy movie of fraud group. It was a funny movie and I laughed a lot.

Second movie: 今日も嫌がらせ弁当. It was a movie of a mother and a teenage daughter. This movie made me cry because it talks about the relationship of a mother and a daughter. It was a pretty good movie, and I liked it very much.

Third movie: 町田君の世界. The main character is a boy who is a high school student. His pure and kind actions stimulated the people around him into a nicer and kinder way. I liked this movie too.

I enjoyed watching these movies, but from time to time, my conscious traveled around here and there, thinking about this trip to Japan. I cried from time to time in the airplane.  

It was a super busy and tiring day.

I woke up 5:20 a.m., and left for the grocery store. After I came back with a whole bunch of grocery for my family during my trip to Japan, I organized the food neatly in the refrigerator, the freezer, and the food cabinet.

I prepared breakfast for my daughter and escorted her to the school bus stop. After that, I cooked some stock foods for them for the week that I am away from them. I kept them in the freezer.

I made some phone calls with the travel agency and purchased a round trip airplane ticket to Japan departing tomorrow and coming back one week later.

I did some research about cell phone and Wifi that I can use during my trip. I decided to purchase a pocket Wifi that I can rent in Japan for one week. It was my first time to use the poket Wifi, so it took me some time to read through their procedure and prices.  

In the early afternoon, I went to my daughter’s school to escort her to the library.

After came back home, for just one hour, I talked with my Japanese friend through the online chatting app. I mentioned her about my flu. I seldom catch a cold, but I recently caught a flu and just recovered from the symptom. My friend told me it was understandable. We have such an unexpected and huge discharge from our body as a part of process of life transition. I agree with her. I am facing at one of the baggiest life changing transitions.

After the conversation with my friend, I quickly drove to the library to pick my daughter up.

Then I cooked dinner for everybody.

After dinner, my family and I went for our regular exercise walk.

After the bath, I finally finished packing for the trip.

We all went to bed at 8 p.m., but nobody could fall asleep right away. We all were feeling nervous about my trip to japan. Since my daughter was born, I was never away from my family, even only one night. It will be totally new to all of us family of my leaving away from my family for one week.

My daughter and I cried for a while for feeling lonely and anxiety of missing each other.

At the same time though, we both knew we would be okay. We will grow mentally through this experience.

I have been thinking of my mom for this past one month. I kept sending her a message through LINE app. Although I saw all my messages were read by her in LINE app’s feature, my mom hasn’t replied back to me since December 25^th; Christmas Day, where she sent me a short message, that she has been very sick.

I could have called to my parents’ house. My dad would answer the house phone. I could not do so, because I was too scared to hear from my dad about the serious health situation about my mom.

***

This morning my mom changed the situation.

When I woke up, I noticed one new message on LINE app. It was from my mom. She said she would call me at 10 a.m. in her time, which will be 6 p.m. in my time.

I got so scared to hear from her about what was going on with her. But at the same time, I knew I should know the current situation on what was going on with her. I have to face the truth.

***

At 6 p.m. in my time, I was on the phone with my mom.

As soon as I heard my mom’s first voice, I could not stop my tears falling down on my cheek. Her voice sounded very weak. She said she has been very sick. She was feeling she would not live long due to her cancer.

Previously in last year, whenever I offered my mom to visit and support her, such as in August and September of 2019, she would always turn down my offer. This time was different though. When I offered my visit and support, she instantly accepted my offer.

I realized how bad her health condition was. I am scared to face the fact, but I have to do so, for both of my mom and myself.

I went to the Vietnamese restaurant with my friend. There, we ate Pho; Vietnamese noodle soup. We enjoyed their food a lot.

As usual, my friend and I had a good time together.

I feel comfortable spending time with her. We have many things in common, such as in the same hometown and sun sign.

She is planning to move to a different city in next summer of 2021. I am definitely going to miss this get-together time with her.

My daughter’s sick is still there. She has lost her appetite for three days. All she could eat was small amount of fresh fruits; some oranges, raspberries, and apples. She has been almost fasting for three days.

Her coughs got much better. She seldom coughs. She still have mild fever. This morning she said wanted to be absent from school today.

I too felt sick, so my daughter and I stayed in bed almost all day.

This morning both of my parents visited in my dream. They said they missed me a lot.

In my recent dream, it is always the same situation. My dad is actively moving but my mom isn’t.

I haven’t heard from my mom for almost one month. I am scared to call my dad at home. I am too scared to hear any bad news about my mom.