Osborn has been busy these days. Every time he came back, I felt heartbroken to see his tired face.
I told him not to rush back and forth. But he insisted on visiting me at least once a week.
Lydia helped me take leave from school and taught me medicine at home, so my life was quite fulfilling.
Teresa took care of me meticulously. I didn't know why, but as soon as I saw her, I felt a bit familiar and wanted to get closer to her unconsciously.
I would unconsciously act coquettishly towards her, occasionally losing my temper, always feeling as if she would unconditionally accept everything I had.
I thought if my mother were still alive, she would be like Teresa.
When I told Teresa what I thought, there was an emotion in her eyes that I couldn't understand. She stroked my hair and said I could treat her like my own mother.