Her grandchild intuitively sensed something were wrong. My mother would not tell.
Then we all began joking and enjoying the moment. Just look how my mother gradually loosens up, and so does Serina.
They started telling stories from when Serina was a child and said "I feel unjustly treated," because her Grandmom wouldn't buy her a pair of red shoes fitting an adult. (she was three at the time and she never got that big feet to fit the shining red shoes.)
The laughter must have filled the whole institution and the joy melted away the black clouds in our souls.
Isn't it amazing how much a good laugh in the company of loved ones can heal?