Gone for a business meeting. Be back in a week. Anything different = beating. Simple Math. –Dad
These were the days that I could visit my mom and go for a run, the soccer field and finally relax. I haven’t felt so worried free for so long. I changed into my sweats and an oversized hoodie that had my favourite number at the back, 8. Walking to the bus stand, grabbing some flowers and chocolates I made my way.
Knock Knock. “Come in” groaned my mother in pain.
“Hey mom! How are you?” I tried to surprise her but not making her feel any pain.
“I am actually great. Where’s your father” she asked. “Business meeting” I explained without sounding so happy. You see, my mother doesn’t know anything that happens in at home. I don’t want her to stress over and make her blood pressure rate pump up to the amount she couldn’t imagine. I take a strong look at her giving her a smile and tears flowing down my cheeks with the scene I am looking at.
“Mu-uumm. I miss you so much. Please God. Heal her, I need her at home. I need my mother. I need her love.” I whimpered. Regretfully, she heard.
“Honneeyy, Ale-ughx—I-ii- lov-vee youu. Remember-ughr tha-at...” Beep.
I look up not making any movement.
“Mommy. No. no no no. Get up. PLEASE!! MOOMM…. GETT UPP.” I cried over and over again. Nurse. I need a nurse. Screaming for one they come in panicking. They look at me with their heads down turning the machine off and putting a hand on my shoulder and walking out of the room.
I can’t believe she’s gone. She’s gone. She’s actually gone. SHE’S GONE!!! My mother is actually gone.
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RomanceOne look lead to another. It's either now or never... Alex Ryder. 17 year old living in fear since 10 years old. Her love for soccer is the only thing that is keeping her up ever since her mother was in the hospital. Her father hasn't let one oppor...
