The reflection of the dim bedside lamp on a silver-framed photograph that wasn’t there before. The nurse hadn’t noticed it on any previous visits, and it certainly hadn’t been there a moment ago. Her curiosity piqued, she hesitated before gently picking it up.
The photograph was simple yet poignant: a snapshot of the elderly woman in her youth, her hair cascading in soft waves, a wide smile gracing her lips as she stood beside a blooming garden. In her arms, she cradled a toddler who bore an uncanny resemblance to the nurse. A chill ran down the nurse’s spine as she realized the child in the photo was her own mother.
