Our Untold Stories

April 25th, One Year Later

The twins turn one today, and Pink and Blue have been running around babbling happily for the past couple of months. On the day Zayna picked them up, the Nurse came out of the room to tell me Zara was stable, but she was deeper into the coma than she was before. All I could do was cry, because at least I knew she was alive...

Today is the twin's first birthday, and instead of holding a party... I decided to bring them to see their other mother. Pink had begun to speak a little before Blue and every time she saw a picture of Zara she'd screech out "MOMMY MOMMY!" Blue'd start laughing and they'd giggle their lives away at that picture. I stopped taking them to the hospital as much, because they needed to be home to develop and grow properly... But I had felt so bad about it the last couple of weeks because they were growing up and Zara wasn't there to see. So I decided today to dress Pink and Blue up, do up Pink's hair and comb out Blue's wild Afro mane, and take them to see their mommy. I held their hands as we walked into her room, and my heart sunk. She didn't even look like herself anymore, and it hurt me that I couldn't even do anything to help her... I felt like I wasn't enough of a reason for her to wake up, even though I knew it wasn't her choice...

Blue and Pink played with each other as they sat down as I crawled in the bed with Zara. I felt like I was losing her with every day, even though I still felt her breathing and her heart beating.

"Zara... Wake up?... Zara please. Wake up please??? They need you. They're walking and trying to talk, and Pink is even saying a few words. They need you. The company needs you too, I'm nowhere near as creative as you are... Hell... Zara I need you. A whole year... Zara please wake up." I swear her heart beat sped up at that moment, and my tears fell down my face. "Zara..."

"MOMMY ZA. ZAZAZAZA MA!" Blue screamed. He had NEVER spoken a full word before, and he shocked the hell out of me. Pink started cracking up, because she knew her brother was crazy. I began to smile and laugh at his silly self. I loved my son and daughter, and nobody could take that from me, not one person.

Blue slid off the chair and I thought he was gonna fall. "BLUE. Be CAREFUL!"

"Mommy... Mommy Zazazazaaaaa!" He ran over to the bedside and I picked him up into the bed. He was so chunky and I loved it. His full lips met my cheek and he began to laugh. "Mommy?" He looked at me with a puzzled face and then pointed at Zara. "Mommy Zaza. Ni-ni?"

"What Blue? Night night? Sleeping? Mommy Zara sleeping right? She's tired." More tears fell from my eyes. "Blue, she wanted a son so bad. You're exactly what she wanted Bluesy."

He leaned away from me, and his fat hand laid on top of hers. "Mommy Zaza. Wake uppppp! UP! UPPPP! MOMMY ZAZA UP!"

I held him tight to me, seeing he was getting frustrated and cried even harder. "Bluesy... Shhh.."

Pink said from across the room. "MOMMY! Look look look!!!!"

I felt the sheets next to me move, and I felt a familiar heart drop.

"Give me my son Deena... His name is Blue? Her name is Pink?... You're so corny punk." Zara said in a weak voice and laughed a small laugh. "It's why I love you."

"Zara....... Am I drea-"

"MOMMY ZAZA ! ZAZAZAZAAAAA !!!!!!!" Blue cut me off before I could finish speaking in amazement. "Love you? Love Mommy and Zaza."

God must've been looking out for me... Because I swear that moment felt magical... Happy birthday Bluesy and Rosie 💕