Bitterness

As the dinner came to an end, Mindy rose from her seat and began gathering the dishes from the table, a sense of responsibility driving her actions. However, before she could even start clearing the table, Grace, ever the caring mother, made a move to join her.

"I'll help you with the dishes, Mindy," Grace offered, moving towards the sink.

Mindy intercepted her, placing a gentle hand on her mother's arm. "No, Mom, you've been busy all day. You deserve to rest. Let me take care of this," she insisted, her determination shining through.

Grace shook her head, a motherly concern evident in her eyes. "But you've had a long day too, sweetheart. You need to rest," she countered, her voice filled with maternal worry.