It feels like waking up from a dream when the nurse comes in and prepares me for surgery. Mom squeezes my hand one last time.
"I'll be waiting for you, angel." Do I want her waiting for me? Maybe I do, maybe I don't.
I know she meant all that she said but a part of me is still angry about everything. I don't get a chance to ponder any further as my thoughts fade into nothing.
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I feel worse than before. As I try to focus my vision on the people pacing around me, my headache and fatigue after surgery take a backseat.
Mom. She called me her angel. A heavy weight nestles in my heart as I remember it all. I can't just forgive her and let it all go. Too much has happened. But seeing her break down like that, trusting me enough to be vulnerable, she took the first step.
Maybe... I can try. Maybe there is a reason I survived. I look at her talking to the doctor, and thought, maybe we can get there. Step by step, effort by effort.
As if she senses my thoughts, she comes at my side, presses a kiss on my forehead and whispers, "I knew you'd make it angel".
I swear a tiny part of me and a tiny part of her heals when I look into her soft brown eyes and lean into her warmth, without an ounce of fear. I'll take a step forward and I know she will too. Wounds won't be mended in a day or even in a year but, baby steps.
"so, what kind of writer do you want to be?", I almost grin.
YOU ARE READING
The chaos of mending hearts
Historia CortaAurora doesn't know how to live anymore, all her dreams and joy buried beneath the hatred of her mom. But what will happen, when she finally finds the courage to speak up to her ever-furious mother? will it be for the better or for the worse?
