The Awaited Call

The Awaited Call (prologue)

I, Write with Hopes

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It was a tiresome day, I moved around my legs recklessly.
My Family has decided to move in, into a town recently, so we're packing the stuffs.

"Thara, I said you not to strain yourself"
my dad said, when I tried to lift a box
"Dad I'm not weak" I said while breathing fast, maybe I'm.
"Have you taken the tablets?" my mom hurried towards me, as my breathing sounds.
"Oh, I've forgot it, due to excitement of packing stuffs " I sheepishly laughed.
"Your health is important than anything Thara" as my dad said, he gave me tablets and some fibrous fruits to eat.

I'm Thara Mouli, and I've Diabetes mellitus type 1, I've that from my childhood.
I was born inbuilt with the Disorder.
what curse I did, when I can't know how to do it.
anyway that's not a problem, I'm okay with that.
I'm okay with life. I'm normal with that.

My Dad was really sad like he was responsible for my disorder.
because his grandfather had it, and it passed on me.

Anyway as I take the tablets.
I looked at my secret box, I opened it
I saw the art.
I remember my past days.

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When I admitted to a hospital when I'm 19, yes for Diabetic mellitus, as I'm really freaking out with breathing problem.

I saw her for the first time.
She's an intern at the hospital I admitted.
"Sayali" that's her name.
Only one good friend for me in that strangerful circumstances.

she came to me, had a smile.
I was sleeping, but her voice was mild that it let me see who it belongs too.

"Hi miss Thara Mouli, How are you doing "
I can't speak, I had my tightness in throat.
But somehow I signed her I'm fine, she understands and promises me to come see me tommorow.
I don't know why, she's a complete stranger why she have to do extrovert about me?
I don't know her.
she talks to my mom, who's in fear about me.
I really welcomed it, I want someone to say about me I'm alright to my mom, so that I can stop concerning about my mom's fear, I'm alright, I'll be.
but my mom's worrying about me is something I don't like too.

She talks to my mom with smile, and looked at my reports and said it was normal and I'll okay.
It helped my mom, and me more.

and that day I wished to see her tommorow too.

"Take Care Miss.Thara, I'm Sayali" she smiled and went to the exit.

© Hazel