Dear Diary,
I don't know what to say...
Everything was going fine until yesterday morning. My mom was ill, severely ill, and later that morning, we found her lying unconscious on the floor beside her bed, some weird-shaped pills in her hand. Dad checked her pulse, her heart....and found out that she was still breathing. Slowly, but breathing. It didn't even take a minute for grandpa to call the doctor.
After the doctor arrived, he took mom to her room and bolted the door from inside. We could sense that it was a serious matter and she couldn't be taken to the hospital so the doctor had arranged tools and equipments for sorting out the problem right at our home.
We waited for hours and hours. Finally, the door creaked open, and the doctor poked his head out. Judging from his expressions, I could make out that our mom had... had passed away....
I'm in my bed right now, crying as usual. It's not easy to lose your mom. Grandpa and grandma are thinking of moving to aunt's. They are not able to bear this thing. I don't know what to do. I hope I would find a way to make things better...
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♡Dear Diary♡
General FictionThe life of Lisa Slingsby is a bumpy journey. Life teaches her the purpose of living, breathing, loving, dreaming. Beautiful memories which will never let go... she shares all of her secrets with "Her Diary", her best friend♡
