North star

Chapter 9

But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wound forever
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Opening her eyes, Disha was greeted with familiar ceiling,

covered in a warm blanket, and with a wet cloth placed above her head. Feeling an unevenness from her side, she slowly turned her head.

Her mom was sitting beside her, her eyes closed, peacefully sleeping.

Slowly standing up so as not to wake the precious lady, Disha got out of bed and stood straight.

"I am not feeling feverish anymore, and even the headache is gone," Disha realized. Her condition was better than before.

What worried her now was how long she had been asleep.But before all that, she needed to take care of her mom.

Looking at her mom's sleeping posture

Looking at her mom's sleeping posture, Disha slowly placed her hand on Mom's head, her other hand holding her mom's hand. With utmost care, she lay her mom in bed, making sure not to disturb her peaceful slumber. Tenderly, she covered her with a blanket, ensuring her comfort and warmth.

Disha held an expression of admiration and dreaminess in her eyes as she gazed at the sleeping beauty before her. Her mom was the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life, and by God, she doubted there would be anyone more beautiful than her in the whole world.

But then, Disha noticed the red marks in the corners of her mom's eyes.

She cried!

Because of her.

Because she was careless.

When she was a child. Mom was always Mom for her . It never occurred to her that her mom had once taken her first step, or had once been three or twelve or twenty years old. Mom was Mom. She was born as Mom.

But, Disha's dream of her mom shattered when she saw her running to her uncle like a child. It hadn't dawned on her that her mom was a human being who harbored the exact same feelings she had for her own brothers. This realization led to the awareness that her mom, too, had had a childhood. From then on, Disha sometimes thought of her mom as a child, as a girl, as a young woman, as a newlywed, as a mother who had just given birth to her.

And now,

She felt weird. It was like someone was stabbing her with little needles all over.

There was a lump in her throat.

The guilt of making a lady who once was an innocent child cry wasn't something she wanted to experience. But here she was, the reason for her mom's tears.

If only she had been more careful, and taken the correct medicine.

I looked down, realizing it wasn't time to get emotional. I still needed to do an important job.

Lifting my head, I looked at the wall clock, and the time was ... blurry.

What!

Ah! My glasses. Where are my glasses?

Mom must have removed them when I was sleeping.

My gaze fell on the study desk. A blurry image of something caught my attention... it was my glasses.

Putting on my glasses, I realized it was 9:30.

I remembered I left for school at 2:30. The road is about half an hour, and adding the time I was caught in the Kisaki accident, it was probably 10 minutes.