When I was a bit better they let me go and see mum in the A and E ward. She was still in a coma but she looked so different from the mum I knew. The majority of her hair had been singed off and she had scars and burns all the way up and down her arms and legs and face. Both her legs were in casts and so was her right arm. She may look different but she was still my mum and I loved her no matter what.
They let me see her everyday but not for very long and even though our time together each day was brief, as I walked back down to the children's ward I tried to think of things that I could say to her, new, fun, exciting things that would cheer her up and think of our happy future together. I wished I could do more, but I couldn't. My mum is broken and there is nothing I can do about it.
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My Mum is Broken
Fiksi RemajaAfter a fire that happened in her house a year ago, Isabella is still in hospital. She thinks she has it bad until she hears what happened to her mum.
