The beeping of machines...The whispers of medical staff, it was all too familiar to him. Bed-ridden after another close call, he could only pray that he would be able to live normally someday.
As he looked out the window, he could only help but silently cry. "Why, out of all the unfortunate things in the world, does this happen to me?" He questioned if the fates were fair in their decisions. He knew that he was a good kid, he never did anything to deserve it. And yet, there he was in the hospital, staring at the night sky, wondering why he was that way.
His arm reached out to his bedside table where a thick book was placed. He grabbed the book and flipped it open. On the first page, a small scribble in violet ink. The handwriting was ever so familiar to the boy, for it was his late mother's. Tears flowed down his pale cheeks as he read the scribbling, only visible by the dim moonlight illuminating his small hospital ward. "To my darling, may you grow up to love history just as I did."
It pained the boy to think of his mother's smile, the one thing he missed the most in the world. It pained him even more to think that he would never see it in real life again. The pictures of his mother hanging on the walls of the apartment that he shared with his drunkard of a father, they could never replace seeing her genuine smile. The sight he saw every night before he fell asleep as she tucked him in, the sight he would never see again.
He missed his mother's embrace. The day he was diagnosed, her hug was his one source of comfort. Without it, the boy felt empty. His heart felt as though it was sinking into a deep abyss of nothing, like there was no one that could save him from an eternal hell. As he tried falling asleep on those sleepless nights in the hospital ward, he could almost feel his mother's warm embrace but it was nothing like what he used to feel when his mother held him close.
Without his mother, those cold nights he spent in the hospital ward only felt like eternal winter. Every step he took without his mother felt like a marathon that he had to endure. After his mother's passing, his father became a drunkard and life became even harder for the boy who could only take so much. He wanted to blame his mother for the state his life was in but he could not bear to say that the woman who did not die by choice was the reason for his suffering.
"Mom, I miss you," the boy said softly as though his mother could hear him. His eyelids slowly closed as he fell into a deep slumber which he would be awaken from early the next day.
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