What If...

6: Wish Granted

The soft voice that woke me out of my dream has led me to be enveloped by this darkness.

After trying to avoid that pedestrian, I felt that I’m in this void where everything is uncertain.

What am I doing here? Can anybody hear me? What’s going on? How can I get out of this? AM I DEAD?!!!

Then, I begin hearing these sounds. It’s different from the earlier whispers and alluring sound that placed me in this predicament. This one is a more gentle and caring and feminine voice.

   “Son….my son...Can you hear me?”

This voice called me her son? Could this be Mama? She’s been dead since I was 10. Oh No! This can’t be! I’M DEFINITELY DEAD!!!

   “Son…please answer me! This is your Mom!”

Mom? I never called my mother Mom. I only call her Mama. Who’s this person who claims to be my mother? Then some speck of light started to appear. I guess I should find out what’s going on.

As light started to fill the void, I’m starting to have this feeling like I’m opening my eyes. Unfortunately, as I opened my eyes, everything was a blur. All I can see are vague images and the profile of that person who speaks in a motherly tone.

   “Wait, my son. I’ll go get your glasses,” the kind woman said as it seems she is getting something at the corner.

Glasses? I never wore reading glasses in my life. Did that incident impaired my  vision? Then, she handed me a pair of glasses. And when I wore them, everything looked clear, despite the broken lens of my glasses.

I see myself in a hospital room with all these 'get well' cards posted at the board in front of me and a fruit basket on my left side table. Then on my right side is this beautiful woman who called me her son.

I’m guessing she is the same age as me. She had this nice sweet smile, gentle round eyes and dainty nose that would brighten up people’s mood when they see it. She also has this immaculate fair complexion and long brown hair that makes her shine throughout the room.
Then she hugged me really tight as if we haven’t seen each other for a very long time.

   “I’m so happy you are now awake, my son. I’m so worried about you! You’re the only family I’ve got aside from your ailing grandfather! I miss you so much, my son!” she tearfully mentioned while hugging me tight along with soft sobs.

I’m wondering why is she calling me her son? Knowing that we are of the same age, she might have mistaken me for someone. What’s going on here? Where’s Lolit and my boys? I need to find out what’s happening!

   “What's going on? Who are you?” I carefully asked while giving that clueless tone.
    She slowly got off from her warm embrace and gave me that bewildered look, saying, “I’m your mother, Tess! Don’t you remember?”
    Now completely confused, I kindly requested, “Can you pass me that mirror on the table below the board with those cards in front of me?”
   “Sure, my son,” she happily complied. And gave me the mirror on that table.

Once I had the mirror, I want to take a good look at what happened to me after that fateful event. And I slowly looked at the mirror, and what I have seen would totally make me jump out of my own skin!

THIS IS NOT ME! I looked totally different! I don’t have my large dagger eyes, strong nose, gray-streaked hair and cleft chin. Instead, I looked like a teenager, with curly dark brown hair, dark deep-set eyes, thick eyelashes, tall defined nose and thin upper lip, albeit some bruises. My jaw dropped and my eyes popping wide open in disbelief!