"So out o fashion (俗ㄅㄧㄚˋㄅㄧㄚˋ)..." mum suddenly said. It was four in the morning. Her voice made me wake up.
She was lying there, curled up in a foetal position, not even covered up by her blanket. She looked awake.
I approached her and asked her several questions.
"Are you alight?"
"would you like to get up and walk around a bit?"
"Would you like to use the washroom?"
There was no reply. Then she tried to ply herself up, a sign she wants to get out of bed, so I helped her. "baby... Baby..."
She sat there on the bed, looked around. "Who's going to take care of the baby? who's going take care of ye baby?" And she plopped herself back down on the bed, curled up and closed her eyes.
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