"Wait are you serious?" Milo says aggressively, but he didn't mean to. He was stunned, angry, and saddened. The doctor clutches her clipboard close to her chest. "I'm so sorry young man, but it's stage two, and sadly with the stroke it's possible that your grandmother could pass on," The doctor places a hand on Milo's shoulder trying to comfort the shaken teen.
The boy bites down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. Trying to hold back his tears. "Now we can treat her but the cost is expensive, the medicine also."
Please, god, don't let Mimi leave me. A little prayer is all Milo could say. He wasn't hearing anything that the doctor was preaching. The only thing that was on his mind was Mimi.
He did manage to hear the treatment and the cost, too much of a cost that he or Mimi didn't have the money to afford.
However, maybe he could be put on some type of payment plan or something. He looks up at the tall woman, "Is there any way you guys can start the treatment like some sort of treatment plan. Please I beg of you! That older woman is all I have."
Mini is my home and without my home, I'm lost!
"Young man, I think it's best if you start thinking about contacting your family," The white woman tells me her blue eyes holding pity and sorrow.
Another family? What other family do I have?
After the two conversed Milo thanks the doctor, walking into the room. His grandmother lay there sleeping peacefully. Did she not know that she had all types of machines hooked up to her? Her heart rate was normal, but she wasn't responsive at all.
Tearing up Milo sits in one of the visitation seats on the side. Reaching his hand out he pressed his hand on his grandmother's. He could only whisper comforting words, some whom he wanted to believe himself.
"It's gonna be alright Mimi. You're going to be okay. Once you wake up I would love some lotus soup. Do you think you can make me some? Maybe I'll have to make you some?" Milo couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
He tries to wipe the tears as they come, but it's hard. They only manage to fall harder, "What are we going to do?!"
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Khalil
RomanceMilo only had two goals! One survive high school! Two take care of his sick grandma! As a sixteen-year-old boy, Asian American, it's always been hard for Milo to find his place of belonging. The only place he ever felt comfortable is in the presence...
