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ERIN WILLIAMS

*****((4 years later))*****

I went to look at my mom who always slept like a lazy woman now. The woman who used to wake me up using ice cube was so mum all the time making my heart crushed underneath my ribs.

I went near her and settled beside her holding her hand loosely. I stared at her fragile form and my eyes watered up looking at her condition. She was the only person in my life and watching her in a pathetic condition was not helping me survive. She was suffering from IV B cervical cancer. Almost all of her hair was gone from the chemotherephy. I made her wear her cotton cap when she opened her eyes and blinked several times looking at me. She smiled a little. She was always sleeping most of the time and hardly talked to me. She was always tired and ate nominal which made her loose weight.

"Mom.." I said and she opened her eyes slowly to look at me.

"Eri...aren't you going for your dance class ?" She asked in a weak voice. Honestly I was not even expecting that she would say anything.

"I'm leaving mom. I'll be back in the evening. We need to practice a lot." I said putting a smile on my face. She hummed and closed her eyes again.

"I'll come whenever I'll get breaks in between" I said looking at her but she didn't reply. I smiled weakly and got up to leave when she loosely held my hand.

"Erii...c-come..back soon." She smiled and blinked her eyes several times and I nodded. I pecked her forehead and ran out of her room shutting the door behind me.

Four years ago we came to New York in search of a living. My mom, Lavinia Williams joined a dance school to earn a living for us. The money she got was enough for us to afford a two time meal. Mom sold her jwellaries and from the money we took a small house on rent. Most of our money was gone in the initial days of a month as house rent and very less was left for the survival. Mom kept saving some money every month and we opened a small bakery beside our house. Mom worked hard everyday to make a living for us. She went to the dance school in the morning shift and in the evening she used to run the bakery. Going to school was a luxury to me. I never saw school after San Fransisco. Our expenses were too much and mom's couldn't make out much money. So she took it upon herself to teach me every night. She bought me books and I was home tutored by her.

Everything was cool till last year but then my mom's health took a drastic change. She was tired all the time. She was not at all same anymore. Her face was shrinking and she was not even able to work anymore. When we consulted a doctor she told us she had cervical cancer of stage IV A, she told us that it could be cured and my mom would be able to live. It was indeed horrible to hear that at first, but as time went by I decided to do everything for my mom. I joined Varsetile Dance Academy to persue her dream career. She always wanted me to become a reknowed dancer. I even got chance to participate in many competitions there and I won many too which helped me to buy my mom's medicines and in the evening I used to run bakery which helped in our daily expenses.

Life was totally changed. From a careless girl I became responsible. Gone was the chirpy Erin and I was mute girl of the academy now. My mom was on 24×7 bedrest. It was the happiest day when she would get up and sit for sometime or stroll in the garden.

At the age of thirty four where all the other women were enjoying their lives with their happy families, my mother was struggling to live. When she was healthy dad gave her all the sorrows he could afford, and now when dad was not here and she could live happily God was determined to snatch her life away. But I won't make it easy for Him. I can't let my mom die. I need a job, but who would hire a girl with no qualification.