The Mama's Girl's Daydream

Rain mixed with tears streamed down her face. She forcefully wiped it away and, holding back the pain throughout her body, carefully restacked the remaining crates of milk one by one.

Each time she moved a crate, pain shot through her knees and palms, but she just clenched her teeth and kept going without the slightest pause.

When she stood up, pain stabbed through her knees. Every step felt as if a knife were carving into her, and fresh red blood began to seep from the wounds on her palms.

But she only lowered her head and stared at the wet ground, repeating silently to herself again and again: "Just hang on a little longer. Mom is still waiting for you to come home..."