The Dark Heirs Volume 1

Chapter 22 (1): Her daughter

Tw: death, sickness, Janette's husband getting the milk
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It was the 23rd January 1994. Janette ##### was laying on her bed. She was deadly sick. All the doctors she'd been to had always told her, she could be happy if she even made it to February. Her room was cold. She waited for that wonderful sound of the doorbell, her daughter she loved more than anything being brought home by a daycare caretaker.

Soon the moment arrived. The doorbell rung, the soft sound spreading through her apartment. She tried to stand up and after struggling for a while she finally stood on her feet and went to the door. She weakly turned the doorknob, opening the door. Her dear daughter ran into her arms. "Mommy, mommy! I crafted a small birthday card for you in daycare!" She exclaimed holding out a small card. It wasn't well drawn at all. After all it was made by a 5 year old, but that was the best gift Janette could've wished for. It was made by her daughter for her...To make her happy... Janette didn't need anything else.

She had completely forgotten it was her birthday. Everyday felt the same. The only thing even cheering her up anymore was the nice presence of her daughter.

"It's beautiful, sweetie. I'm proud." She praised her to which the young girl squealed in joy. Janette's expression saddened. She would not live that long anymore. She was afraid of nothing more but the thought of something bad happening to her daughter. She loved her so very dearly. All she wishes for is for her to be in a safe home after her death.

She slowly embraced her. "Promise me you'll be a pretty and strong woman one day?" She asked the five year old. She returned the embrace. "Yes mommy! I will be the best! Then when I'm big you can come to my wedding." She said a bit cheeky and proud.

Janette gave a sad smile. How she wishes to see her child for a little longer. It would've been her biggest dream to attend her daughter's wedding someday if she hadn't already known she would die in a few days. "Yeah yeah, sweetie. Mommy's gonna be there." She held onto her and started crying.

After that she used all her energy to cook something appetizing for her daughter. She couldn't let her see her current state. She decided to cook some noodles since that wasn't as exhausting for her than other dishes where she had to cut all the ingredients and such.

When she was done they sat down at their kitchen table together and ate. "This tastes so yummy Mommy! You're the best cook in the world!" Her daughters words were music to her ears. She was happy and that made her happy. She would give her very best to let the small one be happy until the day she passed. That's all she wanted and all she cared about. Making her very sweet daughter happy.

After dinner Janette brought her to bed reading her a story, cuddling up to her. The little one was quick to fall asleep. In her sleep she still held onto her mother. She loved her mother. She loved her so much, that she had never cared about not having a father. He had left his wife alone as soon as he realized she was sick. He didn't want to pay for hospital bills, take care of a sick person all day, be forced to stay home and most importantly, he didn't want someone he loved to die away in his arms. All those things made him leave without any regret.

Janette could never be mad at him. She understood, it was reasonable for a man starting his thirties soon to not want to spend his marriage caring about his sick wife. He was young. He wanted to live, he wanted be free, he wanted to have fun. All of the things Janette knew she would never be able to do.

She tucked her daughter in giving her head a small kiss. "Goodnight, Viktoria. You're the best child a mother could ask for. Mommy will always love you, no matter what." She assured the sleeping Viktoria before making her way to her own bed.

In the middle of the night she suddenly felt it. Her sickness was slowly taking over her. Her entire body felt painful and weak. She was dying soon and she knew it. She used all strength that was left in her to go over to Viktoria's room again. If she was dying, then not alone. She wants to be with her when it happened. Even if that might upset Viktoria, she would feel better if she doesn't die alone.

She looked down at Viktoria's sleeping face. She looked so peaceful... She took hold of her small hand and started crying. "Mommy loves you.. never forget that..." Janette sobbed and slowly but surely drifted off to eternal sleep...

That evening she died, but atleast she wasn't alone. All her last thoughts were about Viktoria, hoping even with her inevitable absence she will have a good life...

That's all she wanted...
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