Hospitals.
That's how my story starts; in a hospital. The hardest part of this is that it's not me who it hurt. It's my mom who is hurt. We were on our way to my school for a parent teacher conference. But on our way there, my mom started breathing heavily and her heart stopped beating. We quickly took her to the hospital, but it was too late. She died in the way in the emergency room. The doctor claimed that she had Cardiac Arrest. My moms death is tearing me apart. Why her? Why did this happen? Why? About 3 hours later my dad and I decided to go home, and get some rest.
In the car, it was mostly silent. My dad decided to break that violent silence and said "It's not your fault, kiddo. It's not mine either. The heart's electrical activity became chaotic. It's a sudden thing that the human body does." My dad paused, and his wise eyes looked sad. "Alex, you know...when someone dies, they go to this nice place up in the sky. That place is called heaven. They stay there forever, in a better place." My dad said while keeping his eyes on the road. "So here wasn't good enough?" I asked, looking at him. My dad was shaking his head and said "guess not."
I look out the window trying to hold back tears as my dad turns the radio up. One Hand Killing by Twelve Foot Ninja was on. I let go. I had too. I let all my tears out from my eyes. I wanted to scream off the top of my lungs and let it all out. But I can't
My mom was taken way too soon. my dad and I were lucky to know her while she was still alive. Now that she is dead, (which I did not know what being 'dead' meant at the time. I was 8) I realize how much I miss her. Now i understand why my dad married her, why she would look after me, why she would do everything she did. She will come back, though.
But she never did.
