Chapter three

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The very next day the same cycle went around again. Nurses running late on shifts, doctors appointments and of course, news.

I was hoping for good news while crossing my fingers as the old nurse walked in again. But this time she had tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked with curiosity. I was so touched by her enormous waterfall flowing down her cheeks that I nearly had felt sympathetic for her.

"It's your mother. She.. She... Umm... Couldn't survive."

I gasped shocked, flabbergasted and knowing that MY MOTHER WAS DEAD... You know how that feels. I sighed. First I become deaf, then comes my mother's death.

How can this happen to me!?

Disappointment shattered my broken heart like it was a piece of glass.

I sighed, hanging onto my chair, afraid if I fell. After all, I had nowhere to go. I didn't even know If I was an orphan or not. Did I have ANY RELATIVES that are still alive? Where would they be?

And most of all, I have no mother to answer my questions.

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