"Go and live your life," mom spoke softly against the cold autumn air as I was fixing the white lilies by her windowsill.
I craned my neck towards her, "I am living my life," and I hummed a tune.
She smiled. And her eyes lit up ever so gently. She had always been that kind of mother, the one that was the living translation of grace, the one that one knew was a mother just by the way she breathed like she brought home in her being. And then there was me. Plain ole me, alas happy.
"You are, and though I am very grateful you have been such a daughter, I'm thinking you need to have a life beyond me," I pulled my hands away from the lillies and sat on the stool next to her bed.
"Mom, you know I'm always more than happy to be here with you don't you?"
She took my hand, "I know. But, your life is more than the hospital. You can't spend your whole day here with me all the time. Don't get me wrong I'm happy but I am confined to this hospital, not you. There's so much more to this world I'm afraid you are missing."
I looked at her for the utmost time and I saw infinities dancing on the depths of her eyes,
I held my breath as I said the words I hope I won't regret, "I'll try."
YOU ARE READING
All the Broken Parts
Short Story❝For he was the puzzle she wanted to solve. ❞ But maybe learning his broken parts meant looking into the deepest scars of her own
