The day started like usual, my mom woke me up, made me lunch and I went to school. I enjoyed my break, eating the lunch my mom made me. In the next hour my father came into the class and stood before my desk.
"Get up. Your mother is in the hospital."
I froze before hurriedly packing my bag and getting up. My fingers were shaking as I followed my father to the car. The car ride was cold and silent. My father didn't say a word just sighed at the traffic.
We soon stood before the hospital. I was afraid something bad happened to her. We walked into the hospital. While registered I heard the receptionist say my mom's case was complicated.
As we entered my mom's room it was filled with the smell of the sick. She laid there as if she had been gravely ill for a long time. My mom looked starved and lifeless. Her skin was pale. My eyes teared up how could someone who was joking with me in the morning end up like this in just a few hours.
Her doctor told us that they had no idea what she could have but her condition is getting worse by every minute. I looked at the screen where her heartbeat was recording. The beat grew farther and farther. I kneeled down next to her and held her hand. The last thing I could hear from her was
"pursue."
Then her heartbeat came to an end. I started sobbing as I heard her voice. A nurse tried to comfort me but that just made me cry more. Her last words wanted me to pursue my dreams at least that what she used to say to me. Soon I couldn't cry anymore.
"We need to go home now."
My father spoke sternly as he grabbed my shoulder but I didn't let go of my mothers hand. If I let go, I will not see her again. Her body will be burned and her ashes put into a stupid vase. My father started to scream at me to get the fuck up but I didn't.
Doctors calmed him down and he waited for half an hour. He told me my dog was waiting at home and if I didn't go home no one else would take care of him. That's when I finally let go off my mother hand and stood up.
I felt empty.