Writing Prompts

Prompt 6

My steps were heavy as she made her way through the airport, buying herself some time. I was not looking forward to seeing them again.The last encounter that we had, did not go well. There was a lot of screaming and crying.

I had packed up my stuff and left vowing to never come back again. But here I was, headed back to the place I had grown up in, to the place I had now come to resent.

The only reason I was here was that my mom was dying and I am not that cruel. I do not disrespect the dying wish of a person. I do not have a heart of stone.

A month ago, I had received an email from my dad saying that the doctors has diagnosed my mother with lung cancer and it was in its last stages so there wasn't much that they could do.

The email said that she wished to see all of her family before she died. I had been reluctant at first but then I had given in. I responded by saying that once my exams were over, I'd pay a visit.

As I walked out the exit, I did not expect my brother to be there. My father had forbidden everyone to stay in contact with me. I was fine by that. I had made preparations to stay in a hotel near the hospital.

My brother's face lit up when he saw me and he waved. I did not know what to do. I loved my elder brother, who had always looked out for me. But for the past two years, I had pushed all of this to the back of my mind.

Was I ready to unlock all those emotions and memories? What use would it be? When my mom dies, everything would go back to the way it was. I did not even expect any of those broken family ties to be restored temporarily.

I took a deep breath and walked over to my brother, my face devoid of emotion.