The air in the hospital room grows heavy when she speaks. Her broken spirit can only mutter curses at the past, present, and future. Her daughter stands alone by her side, a fake smile plastered on her face as she listens to her bitter words in that dark hospital room.
Hearing her voice, the air in the hospital room gets much more agonizing. Spoken out are the curses to the past, present and future weaved by the broken heart. But, her daughter put up with all those words, standing alone in a dim room and giving a smile stuck on her face.