WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR

A BLOODY MOTHERS DAY

Chapter-35

A BLOODY MOTHERS DAY

" Are you done?" mom asked impatiently.

"yeah, just wait a second" I told her. Mom thought it would be great if we go out somewhere on second sunday of May, yeah you got it right, on Mothers day.

This Mothers day I made her a portrait of herself. And the great news is that she was terrified to see it. I was happy to see her happy, it was the least I could do for her.

I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, mom bought me this cute floral dress and insisted me to wear it. Well as far as I see I like this change, usually my skin was covered with hoodies and jeans but today it felt good to wear something else. Sorry hoodies but i have to admit that i like this dress, but you will be my favorite, always.

My hair were tied in a funky, french braid.

For the first time in two months, three weeks, four days, and thirteen hours, i felt good.

I looked good.

"Aren't you done yet, as far as i know, a second don't last that long." mom cried, i knew she was getting a hell lot impatient.

"you can come in mom" i told her.

she opened the door and came in.

she wasn't breathing, there was a sense of proud in her eyes as she smiled.

"You look beautiful honey" she said before clicking a picture of me from her phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Clicking a picture" she said in her normal voice.

"Why?" i asked again.

"To send it to Theo, so that he could know what he's missing" my mom said grinning and a faint blush rested upon my cheeks.

"Awww... my girl's blushing" my mom said.

"let's go before they close the place" she said before i could say something in my defense.

Anyways.

She then started to push the wheelchair even though i told her, i could do it myself.

But no one can stop mothers from doing what they want to do.

"Mothers" i sighed.

"you will know when you will..." my mother trolled off when she realized what she was going to say.

I know i could never feel whats it's like to be a mother, or feel the happiness of being pregnant, the joy of attending my baby's first bath, or the sorrow when i would leave him crying on his first day of preschool.

If only, everything were normal.

"Where are we going, by the way?" i asked in order to divert my mind from my pre-thoughts.

"Somewhere you would love" mom told me, helping me get inside the car.

"Ah, i hope it's not Theo's house" i asked.

"Would it be a problem if it was" mom asked raising one of her eyebrow

"Nope, not at all, is it where we are going, aren't we" I asked doubtly.

"Nah, i was just pulling your leg" she said grinning.

Strange mom we have here.

"Okay, at least give me some clue" i said