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Today is the 1st of August.
My mothers birthday so like every year I find myself confined between these familiar white hospital corridors.
I can't fucking stand this place.
I can't stand seeing her.
I can't stand watching as she slowly withers away all her life and colour going with her.
She's sick, stage three cancer it's not the first time either I was sixteen the first time round,but we managed to catch it early managed to save her.
This time we might be too late.
"Mum?"I call pushing open the pale blue door labeled room 148 immediately getting hit with the strong stench of disinfectant.
I stop in my tracks at the sight,her sun tan skin now a deathly shade of white her once long red locks completely gone a shell of the woman I used to know.
"Oh my baby boy!"she beams sitting up right.
"Hi mum"I say quietly kneeling so she can wrap her frail arms round my shoulders.
Dont cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
"Oh come to visit your mum to remind me I'm getting old"
I haven't seen her in a while I've been putting it off,but humour and training for upcoming fights can only distract me for so long before I knew I had to face the inevitable,even if just looking at her makes me want to curl in on myself and bawl.
Because my mother is dying and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Favourite son duties of course" I say pushing down my swell of emotions and sitting down on one the chairs near her bed.
She almost immediately spots the present like the observant women she is.
"Ooo what might this be then"she takes the bright purple gift from hands grinning and begins trying to unwrap the bow that Harper tied for me this morning before I left.
She picks at the lacing with her frail hands trying to undo the small knot but ultimately failing.
She tries again.
And again.
I can feel the tension thick in the room I pick at an invisible string on my jumper trying not to jump out my seat itching to aid her,but I know that she hates it when I treat her like she's weak.
"Sorry I um just need a second" her voice cracks sounding completely ashamed.
It goes on for another few seconds before I ultimately fail and pry the box from her hands.
"I'm sorry"she whispers
"It's alright I've got to be useful for something anyways"I try to keep up her spirits.
