The clock bluster at the giggling winter season, like a sombre silhouette my melancholic visual sense stared at the dreary moment as it turned cheerful. The clock ticked like an abrupt wind that had been restrained for decades. I gazed at her ghastly figure as she lay on the hospital bed, breathing through the ET tube that went down into her trachea, connected with the mechanical ventilator. The boisterous sound of the CICU monitors had become a rhythm to my hearing.
Our palms intertwined each other. I gently closed my eyes, envisaging how solitary the winter will be without her by my side. Thoughts of the sheen Christmas celebrations, our pleasant tours, the amusing winter carnivals, and how we used to mourn our grief jointly; made some warm tears flow out of my feeble eyes.
It felt like sullen clouds have been smeared across the sky when I got a call from the hospital, informing me about mom's condition. I nostalgically reminisced how Mike harmonized my decision that night, his anger was easily detected from his facial expression.
“Let's not do this in the presence of the kids.” I insisted.
“If you choose to go to your mum, then bear it in your mind, you have lost your family.” These were his final words before I left for Los Angeles.
The thoughts of my little kids obsessing over my daily routine. How could a mother be at ease knowing she has lost her family for good. Mike wanted me to be there during their match. It was his yonks dream to participate in the national basketball match, but condition altered when I got startled by news regarding my mom's fettle.
I sat in the taxi on my way back home, gaping at the glary Christmassy streets, shops furnished with some appealing, flashy decorations transforming the city into a paradise.
A festive wreath decorated on the door gives a welcoming warmth to the person approaching it. I slothfully open the door and walk into the house which felt like a deserted place without its occupant. But a delightful smell hits my sensation arousing from some scented candles. The sleazy, filthy house I left stounds ago has now turned into a marvelous, stylish abode.
“What can be more surprising than this?”
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Winter Bubbles
Cerita PendekIt feels like sullen clouds have been smeared across the sky when I got a call from the hospital, informing me about mom's condition. I nostalgically reminisced how Mike harmonized my decision that night, his anger was easily detected from his facia...
