"From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall. I have loved you desperately I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Amyra. My heart calls your name. This darkness is my burden.You bring the light." I hugged her tightly like my li...
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A few days after the Monopoly night, my mother suddenly fell ill. She complained of a high fever and chills, her body trembling under a thin blanket.
Her condition deteriorated rapidly, and her face was paler than I had ever seen before. Concern and worry gripped me as I stayed by her side, trying to bring her some comfort.
My siblings, too, were alarmed by her sudden illness. They hovered around her, their faces etched with worry. We tried to make her as comfortable as possible, but her condition seemed to worsen with each passing hour.
As a doctor, I immediately decided to admit my mother into the hospital, I was working as an intern. I knew that she needed immediate medical attention and access to proper facilities.
After making the necessary arrangements, I accompanied my mother to the hospital, her hand clutched tightly in mine. The ride was quiet and tense, each second feeling like an eternity.
As soon as we arrived at the hospital, my colleagues and peers started to gather around, offering their support and asking about my mother's condition. I gave them a quick rundown of her symptoms and latest vitals, my voice steady despite the worry gnawing at my insides.
The medical team quickly sprang into action, rushing my mother into the Emergency Room. As a doctor, I was used to being in charge and making decisions, but at this moment, I felt utterly helpless. All I could do was stand by and watch as they worked to stabilize her condition.
The next few hours were like a nightmare. I was forced to wait outside the ER, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. I could hear the doctors and nurses calling out orders, the sound of the machines beeping ominously in the background.
My siblings stood beside me, their faces pale and drawn with worry. I tried to reassure them, telling them that the doctors were doing their best, but the fear in my own heart made my words sound hollow.
I had hoped to avoid involving my bade papa and badi maa, knowing full well that their presence would only bring further stress to an already difficult situation. However, as members of the same family, I couldn't completely ignore their existence.
Knowing their tendency to taunt and belittle my mother and siblings, I reluctantly allowed them into the hospital, silently hoping that they would behave themselves for once.
But, as I had predicted, bade papa wasted no time in starting to pester the doctors and nurses with his demanding nature. He questioned their every move and made snide comments about the hospital's facilities.
Badi maa, too, was behaving true to form. She was playing the part of the concerned family member, dabbing at her fake tears and making melodramatic statements about my mother's condition.
I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to snap at them. But I knew that escalating the situation would only make things worse. I had to stay calm and focus on my mother's well-being.
