“Mom, why don’t you take a break?” David suggested gently, noticing her labored breathing. David, her son, had insisted on taking time off work to take care of her and support her through this difficult period. He placed a comforting hand on Delilah’s shoulder. “I can handle the rest of this.”
Delilah shook her head, her resolve hardening. “Thank you, David, but I’d like to do this myself,” she said, eyes determined. David hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, Mom. I’m here if you need anything,” he said, squeezing her shoulder gently before stepping back to give her space.