The Mother by Pearl S. Buck

Now must the mother somehow make her days full to ease the fears she had and to forget the emptiness where once the blind maid had sat. Silent the house seemed and silent the street where she could not hear the clear plaintive sound of the small bell her daughter struck whenever she went out. And the mother could not bear it. She went to the land again, against her elder son's will, and when he saw her take her hoe he said, "Mother, you need not work, it shames me to have you work in the field and others see you there when you are aged."

But she said with her old anger, "I am not so aged -- let me work to ease myself. Do you not see how I must ease myself?"