You are my sunshine

Tears

She cried at the memory. It was something she was proud of. Something so simple yet so big and heart warming. It was something she could remember so clearly. But that's all it was. A memory, the past. She felt useless just sitting in a chair, not being able to do anything to help with her daughter's condition at all. Just sit and wait. But she was tired of waiting, always on edge, trying to be prepared if Violet were to flat line. But she knew, she just knew, Violet was going to make it.

"Where am I? Miss, what is this place?" a panicked voice asked her. She shot her head up at the vaguely familiar voice. She smiled.

"Violet? Violet you're awake!" she couldn't believe what she was seeing. After four long years of wishing and waiting, her light was back, her reason to keep moving forward. But she was hit by a brick wall at her daughter's next question.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Violet asked innocently. Her face fell.

"You don't...you don't remember me?"

"I'm sorry, I want to remember but I can't. My head hurts when I try."

"Well uh... I um...I...I'm your...mother."

Violet's eyes widened, coming to life. Coming to realization. She knew this person.

"Mommy?" her voice began to crack, tears welling up in her purple-tinted blue eyes.

She remembered. After the four long years, she remembered.

"That's right. Mommy."

Loud footsteps were heard in the hallway, as another person entered the hospital room.

"Lissa I'm sorry...I'm...late." There in front of him was his daughter, who he thought he lost forever. "Violet..?" he was in shock, was he dreaming?

"Daddy!" Violet ran to her father with tears now pouring down her porcelain skin. She gave him a strong hug, to afraid to let go. Her parents cried and hugged their light, their reason why they made it this far.

She remembered.

Remember the good and the bad, no matter what. Because when it's gone, the memories will never be able to be made again. Because we don't miss things until they're gone. Charish what you have, not what is out of reach. Love what you were given and love what you find, because life is short and we're worth more than just a dime.

You're worth more than everything in the world combined. Remember that.