Imperfect

Chapter 2

Caroline's Point of View

Being a mother is in exactly the easiest job in the world. You don't get paid, you have to deal with everyone's problems and you were not really appreciate it if you know what I mean. I knew all of that list so long to be a mother every waking moment I lived. John, my husband, made me believe that having a child wasn't worth all the trouble it came with but I'm glad never give up on that dream. Two years of marriage with no luck took a toll on me in the worst way. I completely lost all hope and I never really look forward to things anymore. Depression brought me down to my worst state, the time I was to never real live again. So you can imagine my surprise and delight while I looked up on that once disappointing stick that has no lifting my spirits completely. Joy overtook me as a Russian to my husband's arms with overjoyed squeak, little did I know what was yet to come.

16 Years Later

"Rose! Hurry up, you're going to be late for school.", I yelled gently up the stairs to my daughter.

I waited patiently for my daughter to come down the stairs with her usually contagious smile and her and impossibly cheerful attitude in the morning.

"Mom!", came out a rushed yell from above me.

Her voice sounded painting away and I could tell she was restraining his self from screaming at the top of her lungs. Something is definitely wrong year. My feet moved on their own as my mind struggled to catch up. Before I could even register what was happening I was already rushing into her room at alarming speed that did nothing to prepare me for what I was about to see.

There on the floor, was a pale, shaking figure that had a red substance completely coating their lips. A shriek escaped my lips before I could register the fact that this was my own daughter. My only daughter.

"Rose! Oh my goodness Rose! What in the world happened here?", I rushed out in panic.

It look like she was fighting something inside of her when her frail body shook uncontrollably with violent coughs. I searched around in shock, hoping to find out what had caused this complete mess.

"John! John! Come! Help! Please...", I trailed off as the emptiness of the house swallowed my voice mercilessly.

I swore under my breath as I realized he had walked out the door just moments ago. I was on my own. Lifting Rose's tiny frame into my shaking hands, I soothed her with kind words that assured everything would be all right. I rushed out the door, barely managing to grab my keys, as I placed Rose carefully in the back seat.

"You'll be fine darling. I promise.", I whispered quietly as my eyes settled upon her unconscious state. She'll get through this right? I'm sure it's not as bad as I think it is. Mothers always overreact, isn't that what everyone says?

There was no reality to my words, just false pieces of hope I will hold on to. I couldn't help but think this was partially my fault. If I had paid more attention to her...maybe I wouldn't be here, maybe she wouldn't be like this.

I'm sorry.

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