Pov
I need to call my sister, my sister.
"Momah? wake up please! momah! momah don't leave your poco brillante" i shake my momah shoulder.
No! she can't die i need my momah, i still need my momah.
Where's my momah phone i can't find, I said in my mind I looked at my mother who is now also looking at me while her stomach is full of blood.
I'm wondering if I'm going to go get mom's cellphone, I-i'm afraid to leave her here in our room.
"Mamá, me voy de la habitación, te lo ruego mamá, no me dejes, por favor mamá, no duermas." I begged to my mother. " Momah, I'm leaving the room, I'm begging you momah, don't leave me, please momah don't sleep"
I quickly ran to our living room to call our hotline phone to ask for help.
Our hotline phone was in the dirty kitchen table, I quickly ran to get it and bring it to our room.
"momah please don't sleep the one who will help us will coming soon" I held momah's left hand, momah was cold and pale while her eyes were wide open looking at the ceiling.
Why is momah like this?
"Momah? why aren't you looking at me momah?" I said and moved her body into my lap.
"Why are you cold momah?-what happened to you momah?" her eyes did not move.
I hugged her tightly, it was starting to rain heavily, I looked at the window in our room, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.
I waited for several minutes but even her fingers did not move.
"Mi mamá está muerta, murió el día de mi cumpleaños" I whispered to myself use my broken voice.""My mom is dead, she died on my birthday"
"Mi madre murió a las doce de la noche y era la hora de mi cumpleaños, el Señor me dio una razón para odiar mi propio cumpleaños."
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