Thanks to my sister's cooperation, her days at home have been much better.

Her legs have been bandaged by Grandma, and strips of cloth and wooden sticks have forcibly straightened her twisted legs, with layers of gauze wrapped around them.

She insists that her legs can get better, but she needs proper rest.

So I bring her meals every day, and she finishes eating before I take them away.

My sister always half leans on the bed, sometimes examining the soles of her shoes on the bed, but always hiding them secretly.

While I'm working in the courtyard, I've turned around several times and caught my sister staring at me.

"Sis, have you smelled a bad odor in the house?"

In fact, this odor appeared a few days ago, but it wasn't as strong or as foul as it is now.

It's like something has gone bad.

I sniff around the room and finally fix my gaze on my sister.

"Sis, is your leg not hurting recently?"

My sister shakes her head, "I don't feel anything."

In the first few days, she would cry in pain, and even a slight movement would make her gasp for cold air.

But now, she moves her leg inward with her hand, without any change in expression.

"Sis, let's unwrap the gauze and take a look, okay?"

I try to keep my voice very soft, "The odor seems to be coming from your leg."

My sister suddenly sniffs, "Why can't I smell it?"

"Grandma said my leg was bone injury, and it needs to be wrapped for two months for the bone to heal."

A fly flies back and forth in the room and finally lazily lands on my sister's leg.

"Sis, with a broken bone and a torn tendon, you were seriously injured. It's only been half a month. How could the pain suddenly disappear?"

My sister stubbornly repeats, "Grandma said we can't unwrap it. If we do, my leg won't get better."

I look at my sister touching her own leg, and my heart twinges.

Is she afraid that her leg won't get better, so she doesn't want to face it?

"What's the matter? It took you so long just to get a plate! There's a pile of chores waiting for you to do in the house..."

My mom walks in grumbling, covering her nose, and gags, "What's that smell? It's so foul?"

She stares at my sister, as if suspecting that my sister got something on herself while using the toilet.

My sister lowers her head in shame, and my mom becomes even more disgusted.

"Hurry up and clean yourself! What kind of appearance is this for a girl?"

My sister takes out a new shoe pad from under the pillow and hands it to my mom, wearing a pleading smile on her face, "Mom, my leg hasn't been hurting lately. When will brother have time?"

My mom is pleased with this straightforward invitation and eagerness, "I originally said you should rest a bit longer, but if you think you're okay, then let's do it tonight!"

"I have a grandson to hold, so I'll arrange it for you."