3 months later and still no reply... you were once again beginning to lose hope. Your mother always doubted you. You begin to wonder whether anything is really worth it anymore. Another day of hard work and toil, and all you get is grief. The minute you get home your mother's yelling in your ear... yet another letter home from the school about 'lack of work and discipline'. At least this time she bothered to leave the bedroom. You run upstairs, holding in your tears. Your door slams shut and you put your earphones in - blocking out the world. You wake up feeling avid; you hadn't left the room all night - not even for dinner, if there was any. Rushing down the stairs, you run into the kitchen and open the cupboard. Empty. Not a single bit of food in sight. You go into your mother's bedroom but, oddly, she's not there. Confused, you enter the living room - the last place you saw her. Your heart starts pounding... you don't know what to do. The held in tears from last night gush down your face as you gaze at your mother: collapsed on the floor. You knew she had a heart condition but you thought she could make it to the living room and back, she'd done it many of times. Although, you never really knew how bad it had gotten. Your mother never wanted to talk about it, let alone see you. You check her pulse but it's too late. Two waterfalls had now sprouted out your eyes and you held her tightly, you never knew how much she meant to you. Panicking, you sprinted down the road, the hostpital. It's lucky you're only a couple of blocks away as you couldn't even afford a house phone; you could've rang them. The paramedics rush to your house, the anxiety eating you alive.
Sitting in the armchair, your life flashes before you and you begin to feel breathless. You never needed an inhaler so your mother never told you about your asthma, she didn't want to worry you. The paramedics become aware of your breathlessness but don't seem too distraught - you'd told them you had no breathing issues - that you were aware of. Besides, they had worse things on their mind. You offer to make them a cup of tea and head of to the kitchen. Being used to waiting on people, this wasn't a problem and, afterall, it was you that offered. Gasping for air, you hold a grudge and tell yourself to stop taking the attention from your mother, and from that; you black out on the kitchen floor.
