The caregiver entered the room with breakfast.

She saw two women crying with their heads buried in their hands.

She stood at the doorway for a while.

She realized that this emotional display might not end anytime soon.

So, she cleared her throat and let out a couple of awkward coughs.

Both Larissa and Wendy valued their images very much.

They didn't mind crying when they were alone.

But things changed when there was an outsider.

Instantly, they ceased crying and turned away.

They used the backs of their hands to wipe away the tears.

The caregiver was good at gauging situations and respecting boundaries.

She understood their concern for appearances.

She chose to act as if she hadn't witnessed the scene. She did not glance in their direction after entering.

"I've brought breakfast for you."

She placed the paper bags on the mobile table located at the foot of the bed.

She asked Wendy, "Do you need me helping with your morning routine?"

Wendy waved her hand. "No ne