I'm sorry for not talking sooner. I just couldn’t. But today, when I opened my phone and saw all your messages, I cried. Each one felt like a warm embrace, and I realized how blessed I am to have you all. So here’s everything.
It all happened so suddenly. One moment, my mum was driving to her office like usual, and the next, she had an accident. We didn’t even know until my dad called from the hospital. He had been informed by locals who saw what happened and rushed to be with her.
By the time we got there, my mum was unconscious, with heavy injuries. It took three days for her to regain consciousness, and even then, she was too weak to leave the hospital. My dad took weeks off work to stay with her because she couldn’t do anything on her own. Meanwhile, my elder sister and my paternal grandparents cared for me and my younger brother at home.
My dad didn’t want to inform my maternal family until my mum was awake. But my Nani, who always called my mum daily, grew worried when she didn’t hear from her. After two days of silence, she called, and that’s when my dad told her everything, including that Mum was still unconscious. Although he reassured her, I could feel her stress through the phone.
After a week, my mum began recovering, and for the first time in days, we felt like things were getting back on track. My Nani and Nanu were relieved. But then, suddenly, my Nani passed away.
I don’t know what happened. She wasn’t sick, had no diagnosed illness, not even headaches or migraines. But a brain hemorrhage took her from us—she is no more.
When my mum heard the news, her condition worsened again. I had never seen my parents cry before. But that day, I saw my mother break down. I saw my dad break down trying to console her. And when I saw them like that, I broke down too. My emotions spiraled, and I had a panic attack. I became weaker than I had ever been.
