Not So Cliché

A Heartbreaking News

I was on the verge of tears when mum told me dad had had a serious accident and was in the middle of surgery fighting between life and death.
It had been exactly an hour since mum told me the news and I couldn't sleep. What if something went wrong...what if he died... those same thoughts kept creeping into my mind and all I could do was to push it aside for just a few minutes and then it came creeping back in. I hated the fact that I felt so defeated, devastated and hopeless. All I could think of was when my mum told me
I came into the kitchen and sat beside my mum trying to figure out what was wrong. She hadn't noticed me yet as she gazed into the sky at the ceiling looking so distressed. She finally noticed me when I decided to speak trying to choose my words appropriately.
"Mum...what's wrong"
"Dear...I just got a call from the hospital about your dad; Daniel"
"What about him...is he alright? "
"How do I say this...he is in the operating room...currently fighting for his life"
"What happened...how did he get there"
"They didn't say...all they told me was that he was involved in a major accident...I honestly don't know if it was a car or work accident...they refused to tell me"
At this point I could not control the tears. I began to sob into my mum's arms. After a while...what seemed like forever...a life time. She finally asked
"Are you okay dear..."
"I'll be fine...am going to bed...good night" I lie trying to convince both her and I that I'll be just OK.
"Good night...everything will be fine in the morning" she reassured
"OK..." I bluntly said and went to bed and here I am still unable to sleep. Suddenly my tears begin to resurface and before I know it I begin to sob and cry myself to sleep with the thought that everything will be just fine. I hope so at least.