Hello. I created this story. originally for our school homework. I wanted to share this with you guys. So here it is. :) Enjoy reading. Hope you'll cry. Lol. Kidding.
Please, continuously play the music! It will help you understand the story. :)
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Thunders of the night bolting in the depth of the dark skies, painting darkness a bright flash of light. The rain angrily pouring itself out like it's been broken hearted. The sound of tiny drops of water caught by a little cup echoed through a rusty, small damaged house matched by a hauling wind knocking the fragile windows hard that it could be open.
Myra, a single mother in her early 40's, lying uncomfortably on the cold, hard ground with only one thin sheet beneath. Her jet black, shoulder length hair rested free on her pillow as she held her 12 year old daughter, Elisa, on her chest.
"I'm scared, mom." Elisa, with a shaky voice, whispered out breaking the horrible silence.
Myra held her tighter while stroking her daughter's dark brown, waist length hair. "Mommy's here. Don't be afraid."
Eyes closed, she was hoping they could survive the icy breeze when the night gets deeper. She sang a lullaby to Elisa until they both fell peacefully asleep.
The beaming rays of sun rose up from the horizon, providing heat which Myra and Elisa were longing for. An old clock rested on the wooden wall was making a loud tick-tock sound with its hands landed on a 5:30 time.
Myra sat up straight and kissed her daughter in the forehead. She pulled the ragged blanket up to Elisa's chest and left a note on the table.
"I'm out to get your favorite breakfast. Stay at home and be safe. I won't be gone for too long. Love, mom." It was their tradition to do so, leave notes on a wooden worn-out table to give notice to one another.
After one and half hour Myra came back with a small plastic in her hand. It was fully packed with newly cooked bread. It was Elisa's favorite and it's all they could afford anyway.
"Elisa? Here, I bought you your favorite breakfast - hot Pandesal!" She chuckled cheerfully.
When her daughter didn’t respond to her call, Myra felt a gush in her nerves up to her heart that made it beat restlessly. Her feet walked by itself and hurriedly ran to the only room seen in the house. Seconds seemed to turn into hours when she held out to the door knob and opened it.
With her eyes wide open and jaw dropped at what she sees: her one and only beloved daughter lying on the floor unconscious. It was the most horrifying scene she could ever imagine – lost her daughter. Behind her mind she was quite sure Elisa by that time was supposed to be awake and it’s impossible to see her daughter lying on the ground without blankets and pillows.
“Elisa!!!” She ran frantically towards the poor little girl. She felt her heart skipped a few beats and was like to jump out off of her chest. “No! Please! Wake up!!! Stay strong! Fight! Elisa!!! Hear me! It’s mom!” She shook her lightly, desperate to wake her but gets no response at all. Myra carried her and called out for help.
Fortunately a good friend, Pacio, came. He’s a tricycle driver. They bolted away from the place and brought Elisa to a public hospital.
“Someone, please help my daughter!” Myra cried out. A doctor in white lab gown walked to her and called for assistance.
“We will take care of her. Please, stay here.” The doctor said calmly like there’s no emergency happening around.
Hours has passed by when the doctor finally went out of the operating room. Myra and Pacio stood up from their seat. Sweat in Myra’s forehead was formed and her face was cold pale with her heart heavily beating that it could stop from pumping blood anytime soon.
