(Author's POV)
"Take your medicine on time. Don't skip any," Amy uttered, her voice filled with concern. Myra nodded for the nth time as they were nearing the university's main gate. Amy then added, "And don't forget to wear something warm. The weather has been quite on and off in Esteria."
Wendy giggled at her words.
Puzzled, Amy inquired, "Why are you laughing, Wendy?"
Clearing her throat, Wendy commented, "Hahaha~ ... Nothing. I was just thinking, the doctor at the hospital~ …... I get why he mistook Mrs. Garcia for our mother. You sound just like our mom right now. I guess mothers are all the same everywhere. They are all cut from the same fabric. Too much worrisome."
"Wendy~ …...?" Myra glared at her from the front mirror. Seeing her expression, Wendy brought her fingers to her lips and made a 'zipped it' gesture.
"Mrs. Garcia. Please don't mind her words," Myra turned to face Amy. "She just speaks too much."
