Cliché as it may be, fake smiles are a part of my daily routine.
But...
It's not only in mine. The most obvious wielder of this illusion was my mom. I didn't
need to be a psychologist to know that she was on the verge of breaking down
as well. I knew it hurt when she received a call informing her of her eldest
daughter's being in a car accident. I knew it hurt her when she saw my body,
broken and me, unconscious, with all of these doctors bustling around me.
I knew it was torture when she had to wait when I was in the operation room and
to hear that I wasn't going to wake up right away because of a damned coma.
But, I knew what hurt the most was being so happy to see your daughter awake
after three weeks of unending patience, when all she could do was look at you
like you were crazy and not know who you were, and why the heck were you so
delighted to see her. I knew it broke her heart that suddenly, all those happy
memories of those mother-daughter bonding moments were gone and she
didn't know what to do because she wanted to get it back, but she had no
means of doing so. I knew that her unwavering love was tested, but it didn't
break. Because I knew she loved me more than I ever could. Because to her, I
was this girl she loved for 17 years, while to me, she was this woman who is my
mother that I'm only beginning to know.
Nothing more have to be said about this illusion. I'm sure this is a part of every
person's routine.
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The Ten Illusions of Life
Short StoryGabrielle Montez wrote this paper for college, and since she wants to study Psychology, she thought it was fitting to share her story of how she got into a car accident and to wake up knowing nothing of her life.
