“‘Laying on my bed, I look at all of you, my loved ones, surrounding me. None of you have left my side since my diagnosis. Seeing you all here warms my heart, though it hurts that knowing my death is approaching is what brought you together.
I tell you to go, live your lives and don’t wait for me, but you don’t. You all tell me in your own ways that you’ll live for me when I no longer can. And as my thank you for all those moments that were given to me in my last days, do what you wish. Live like you’ll never die, live like you’re going to die tomorrow.
Just live. If not for me, for yourselves.’
Love, Mom”
That was the letter that a mother left her three children. One son, Benjamin. Two daughters, Bianca and Melanie. They didn’t leave her side since she had gotten cancer, knowing she could pass at any moment and they all wanted to be there for her.
They hoped she would have a peaceful departure, and though they did not want her to go, a quick one too. Putting the letter away, they go back to their own individual homes, agreeing to go through their mother’s things at some point in the following week. The siblings go their separate ways, not wanting to see either of the others again. The past may be in the past, but that’s something these three siblings will never forget, not forgive.
Little would they know that the healing process for them would have to include the three together, not separately. It would take time, but maybe, just maybe, they could forgive and forget. Both each other, and the one person they wished to never speak of.
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short stories
General Fictionjust a place for all the short stories I've written :) probably won't be updated very often, cover picture from pinterest as usual, and these are all my original work, not including song lyrics
