Letting Go

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Letting Go

Chapter One (A Nightmare)

"Hana! Hana, come here honey. Come to mummy," my mother said as she stood on the front porch.

I was running around outside, having fun. I ran one lap around our willow tree before I ran into my mother's arms. She was a beautiful young lady, with dark brown hair that just passed her shoulders, eyes like the colour of emrelds, skin with a perfect tan, and very skinny. She was a mother, where she didn't have to wear make up to make u look pretty. She was fine with the way she looked, natural.

"Hana are you u hungry? Do you want mummy to make you lunch?" she spoke softly.

I pushed her away so that i could see her. "Yes please mum," I replied. I hugged her one more time before I went back to play in the garden.

All of a sudden, I wasn't in the garden anymore, but inside the kitchen instead. And I was no longer a five year old. I was eight.

"Hana, could you bring please me a cup of water!" my mum shouted from her room.

She didn't sound like herself. Something about the way yelled. It was like she didn't have enough energy to just shout. I did as I was told.

When I reached my mother, she was lying in bed. But why? She never would. She was a healthy woman.

"Here you go mum," I said and gave her the glass of water.

Once she was finished I asked her, "Mum, what's wrong? Are you sick? Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine Hana. I'm just tired. Your uncle will be coming by today. Go and get  youself ready," she said with a smile on her face.

I did what she said without questioning her.

Suddenly years went by so fast. My uncle started visiting us a lot. My mother was always in bed. Whenever I asked her if she was okay, she would always say, 'I'm fine Hana' with a smile on her face that did not quite rerach her eyes. It wasn't her natural smile, but a faint one. I knew better though, she wasn't fine, she was sick.

Images flew by. I was no longer an eight year old. I was twelve. I shot out of bed and sprinted down the stairs into my mother's bedroom. I could feel it. Something didn't feel right the moment I opened my eyes. I ran to my mum's side and shook her. I started yelling. "Mum, mum wake up!! What's wrong?!! Wake up!!!" I started crying. But she never did. She layed limpless in my arms. "Mum, wake up mum!!! Who's going to love me now? Wake up!!!!!!" I screamed.

"Wake Up!!!!" I yelled as I woke up from my dream.

It's been a long time since I had that dream.