On the Petals of a Flower, I found something that does not belong to me

46

For those who suffer.

Some months before the incident of transportation in that world

 That day was a happy day for me. Because it was Saturday. Grandpa had already put the washing machine to work and I had to do the housework, but that had to be done later. Now, I wanted to read my novel.

 "Will you take the clothes out of the washing machine as soon as they are done? I'll go to the grocery store to get a couple of things," said my grandfather when he entered the room.

 "Okay" I did and didn't throw a second glance at him. "If you want me to go to the grocery store, tell me."

 "No" made my grandfather. "I will go. Let me go for a walk a little."

 I nodded. And then I got absorbed again in my novel on my computer.

'Baby, grab a hold of the joystick ~'

 I grabbed my cell phone and picked it up. It was Des.

 "Hey" I did. "What happened? What did they  say? Are the results out?" I got up and started walking. I walked to the living room. It was empty. Grandpa had already left.

 I heard my friend sighing from the phone. "Not yet. I went for the biopsy today. And we took the other results, my father's to the doctor. He said he had some kind of dementia and would tell us later, when the other tests are out."

 I shook my head. I remembered when we started hanging out with Des. Des was a person who always smiled, even without teeth, always laughed, always told her jokes and did her best. When she needed to be serious, she was, and always was.

 And she always had to go through the most serious problems. Usually, health problems.

 Ever since I started learning things about her, I have been increasingly upset with how much she was going through and how much God was unfair. She spent her time usually at the doctor's or at hospitals, either for her grandparents, or for herself, or for her parents. This family was so good and united. Why did they have to go through so much suffering? I often wondered this.

 "When the results some out, call me and tell me," I said. "And don't worry. Everything will be fine," I said. Maybe I was lying and I knew it. But what else could I say to a person who has so many problems? We lived in a world where people cared more if that celebrity divorced than when others have it worse. Everyone believed that his own Golgotha ​​path was the worst. Des, even though she walked this path every day, was always saying that there are people who had it worse than her. And she always smiled.

 "We will make it through. As always. Don't worry about me and my parents. We will make it. There are people who have it worse," I heard her say. "Tell me. Did you read the novel I told you about?"

 "That's what I do" I said to go with her waters and change the conversation. Maybe she needed it. "Wow, I'm in that chapter where the protagonist goes and fights with the other guy. How I enjoyed it! "

 "Did you get there already?"

 Noise was heard. "Yes. Des? Where are you?"

 She sighed. "Outside as I told you. I got off the bus. I have to take the subway now and then the bus. And then the final urban. Because in the subway there will be lots of noise, I'll have to hang up. I will text you later or call you."

 "Okay" I did. "Take care."

 "Thanks. Goodbye."

 I hang up and threw my cell phone on the bed. Then I continued reading the novel from my laptop.

***

 It was about twelve o'clock at night when Des's message arrived.

'The results came out for me. I will do an operation they said, to remove the tumor. Dad's results came out too. He has dementia for sure. We did not tell him. Mom is crying in the living room. Dad is sleeping. Tomorrow we will go for some other exams. I also have to ask my boss to pay me faster this month. I'm out. All my savings and those of my parents have gone to the doctors.'

 As soon as I saw the message, my eyes opened wide. I immediately pressed the contact and the familiar sound was heard.

 Des picked it up almost immediately.

 "Hey."

 "Hey" I was worried. "I saw the message. What happened?"

 I heard her sigh and suck her nose. "It's what I wrote to you."

 "You? Everything alright? Did they tell you anything about this operation? Is it dangerous? Do you need money? Whatever you need, please tell me. What..."

 "I'm good. It's just an operation. I will take care of it, do not worry" she interrupted me.

 "And your dad?" What happened?"

 "As I told you, he has dementia. This is what the results showed. He had really begun to forget lately..."

 "But he is still young! How is it possible? My grandfather had dementia at an old age" I did.

 "Yes, but he's not that young" replied Des. "It can happen to younger people too. We did not tell him, but the doctor told us he would probably last a maximum of five to ten years."

 My jaw dropped and my mouth was dry. I did not know what to say.

 "I'm very sorry. I do not know what to say. Whatever you need to talk about I will be here, you know. I can come from there if you want... "

 "Stay where you are. You work and you have the degree and your thesis in your head, so stop. You have your own problems. We will make it through. What shall we do? Yes, before my mother cried and I comforted her. Telling her 'don't cry mom everything will be fine' sounds so fake and ridiculous. What else can I tell her? We also do not want to tell Dad. At least not yet."

 We were silent for a few minutes. No ... I didn't know what to say. I was so useless in such situations. Des had been through so much. And she always went through so much. Why was God unjust? Why did he give people so many problems? And why did he give them to good people? Why not let them once, breathe?

 "I have to hang up Charlie. Time will tell for everything. We'll talk" I heard my friend's voice from the phone.

 "Okay. Whatever you need, call me. Yes, we will talk."