My Words

One Monday morning

As far as I remember it was a cold Monday morning of November. I was getting ready for school as usual and my mother was making breakfast. It was a normal day in our house. Dad had already gone to work. As it is said some incidents happen unexpectedly and something unexpected was going to happen today.

I was eating pancakes for breakfast. Just looking at them made my mouth water. The homey smell of fried butter. The fluffy warm goodness and the heavenly syrup. The sweetness of the syrup, quickly followed by the delicate, buttery flavor of the pancake itself. The coolness of the syrup and heat of the pancake complements one another perfectly and only served to bring out the subtle flavor of the pancake itself. Oh wait did i just go off topic there? Sorry back to the story.

As i gingerly cut off a bite  and lifted it up my mouth everything went dark. The power went down. My mom groaned in annoyance and said "This is the third time this week. I have told your father so many times to fix the fuse but he never listens!" Apparently the main socket of our house that was in the attic was broken. The fuse used to burn up and we would have to change it. My mother continuing her complains stated to climb the stairs. She went upstairs to fix the fuse. In the meantime I focused on my delicious pancakes.

It had been few seconds, i heard a loud thud sound. I ran to see what had happened and found out that my mother had slipped from the stairs and was now on the floor. She hit her head and was surrounded by pool of her own blood. I panicked i didn't know what to do! I rushed to the phone to call an ambulance. But i realised the phone line was dead due to power shortage. A single tear rolled down my cheek and my mind went blank. Wasn't that what a child suppose to do, cry? Then my eyes moved towards my unconscious mother lying numb on the ground. If I don't do something she would die.

I don't know where i got the courage but I was lucky that I ran as quickly as I did. Running up to my neighbors house, I banged their door. In between my gasping for breath and tears, I told them what had happened. The kind elderly man called an ambulance. After that he called my father. It was a horrible day but an important experience.