I entered my room for the first time since my mom's passing, a laugh escaped me—soft and ironic, tinged with the bitter edge of everything that had changed.
It felt strange to find even a flicker of happiness amidst the grief that had become my constant shadow. The laughter didn’t feel real, almost like a defence mechanism against the overwhelming sadness. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. My eyes scanned the room—everything looked exactly as I had left it, yet nothing felt the same. The room had a hollow feeling, as though the life that once filled it had been sucked out, leaving only memories in its wake. The silence was deafening. I could almost hear my mom's voice, soft and soothing, whispering in my ear, offering comfort that I so desperately needed. But she wasn't there. She would never be there again. I walked over to my bed and sat down, my hands absentmindedly running over the familiar comforter. The fabric felt cool under my fingers, but it did nothing to soothe the ache in my chest. A lump formed in my throat as memories of my mom and I on this very bed surfaced—those simple, beautiful moments where we’d laugh and dream about a future that now seemed so far away. But the room was filled with more than just memories. Her presence lingered in the little things she left behind. Her favourite book lay open on my nightstand, the pages still marked by her last reading. Her reading glasses perched on top as if she’d be back any moment to pick them up. Her scarf was draped over the back of my chair, and her favourite photo of us still stood proudly on the dresser, a snapshot of happier times. A soft smile tugged at my lips despite the heaviness in my heart. "You were right, Mom," I whispered into the quiet room. "You always said that everything would work out in the end. And it has. The company is folding, just like you predicted." I said. I let out another laugh, this one slightly more bitter, but with a touch of liberation. The weight of everything seemed to lift just a little as if knowing my enemies were suffering brought me some twisted form of satisfaction. "Now let's see how things go for them," I muttered to myself, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. It felt good, just for a moment, to imagine their downfall. To see the people who had caused so much pain finally get what they deserved. But deep down, there was an unease I couldn’t ignore. I had no idea that their pain would soon become mine, that this small victory would be the beginning of my misery. I lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as my thoughts swirled. What would become of me? How would I navigate this world without my mom's guidance, without her strength? The questions haunted me, but before I could make sense of it all, exhaustion pulled me under, and I drifted off into a fitful sleep. After what felt like only moments, a knock on the door jolted me awake. I blinked, disoriented, my mind sluggish as I tried to piece together where I was. Mrs. Jenkins's familiar voice cut through the haze, bringing me back to reality. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My body felt heavy, weighed down by sleep and sorrow. Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up and made my way to the door. "Aries, dear, please open the door," Mrs. Jenkins called again, her voice filled with warmth and concern. Despite everything, a small smile tugged at my lips. I reached for the handle and opened the door to find her standing there with a tray in her hands. "Aries, dear," she greeted me with a gentle smile. "I brought you your breakfast." I stepped aside, letting her into the room. "Thank you, Mrs. Jenkins," I said softly, grateful for her kindness. "That's so kind of you." She set the tray down on my dresser and turned to me, her eyes filled with a deep, motherly compassion. "Go and eat, and after that, get some rest. You don’t have to do anything today." "Okay, I will," I replied, my voice a little more confident, reassured by her presence. After Mrs. Jenkins left, I locked the door behind her and walked over to the dresser. The aroma of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast hit me, and suddenly, I realized how hungry I was. My stomach growled in response, and I couldn’t help but smile at the small reminder that, despite everything, life still went on. I sat down on the bed, picking up a fork and digging in. The food was comforting—familiar, warm, and exactly what I needed. Each bite seemed to chase away a little of the darkness that had been weighing me down. The eggs were fluffy, the bacon crispy and the toast was perfectly buttered. I savoured every bite, letting the warmth of the meal settle in my stomach. When I finished, I placed the plate back on the tray and picked up the glass of orange juice. I took a slow, refreshing sip, the cool liquid soothing my throat. With my hunger sated and a small sense of comfort wrapping around me, I leaned back against the pillows. A wave of weariness, heavier this time, and I let out a contented sigh. The warmth from the food, the softness of the bed—it all lulled me into a peaceful state. I closed my eyes, feeling the tension leave my body as sleep crept in once again. This time, I welcomed it, letting it take me, pulling me into a world where, just for a little while, I didn’t have to think about anything at all.Mum please don't leave me" I cried beside my mum who was lying helplessly on the hospital bed, I kept crying and crying.Suddenly a man in his late twenties entered my mum's private room. The man who entered the hospital room was tall and lean, with a athletic build that was evident even under his white lab coat. He stood at around six point two inches with broad shoulders and a strong jawline, giving him a confident and authoritative presence. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled with compassion as he approached the hospital bed.His white lab coat was crisp and spotless, with a name tag that read "Dr. Ryan KEAL" in bold letters. The coat was slightly open, revealing a hint of a tailored white shirt and a slim black tie. His dark blue jeans fit perfectly, accentuating his toned legs.As he moved closer, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with kindness and concern. His smile was warm and gentle, putting me at ease despite the chaos of emotions
After gathering my thoughts I summoned the courage to speak back to the doctor I asked. "When will the surgery commence" I looked up to Dr Ryan pitifully because my mom was the only one I related to and she was always there for me.Dr. Ryan's expression turned gentle, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "We're aiming to perform the surgery as soon as possible, but we need to run some additional tests to ensure that your mother is stable enough for the operation," he explained softly.He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I'd say within the next 24 to 48 hours, depending on the test results. We want to make sure that we're giving her the best possible chance of success."Dr. Ryan's voice was filled with reassurance, but I could sense a hint of caution beneath the surface. He knew that the situation was critical, and he was trying to prepare me for any outcome."We'll be monitoring her closely, and I'll personally be overseeing her care," he added. "I
As I sat beside my mother's hospital bed, my mind was racing with thoughts of how she ended up in this situation. I had seen her just that morning, and she was fine. We had breakfast together, and she was her usual self, chatting and laughing. I couldn't understand how things had taken a turn for the worse so quickly.Just as I was lost in thought, a woman in her late forties entered the room. It was Mrs. Jenkins, my mother's private nanny. She was carrying a medium-sized bag and looked worried."Aries, dear, I'm so glad you're here," Mrs. Jenkins said, setting the bag down on the floor. "I've brought some of your mother's things from home. I thought they might make her feel more comfortable."I nodded, still trying to process everything. "Thanks, Mrs. Jenkins. I appreciate it."Mrs. Jenkins came over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I know this is a lot to take in, dear. But we'll get through it together. Your mother is strong, and she'll fight this."I nodded again, feeling a
I felt a wave of relief, followed by a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, my mother would be okay."That's great news," Mrs. Jenkins exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile.Nurse Thompson nodded. "Yes, it is. However, we still need to be cautious. The surgery is complex, and there are risks involved. But with your mother's current condition, we believe it's the best course of action."I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. I looked down at my mother, still lying helplessly in the bed, and felt a surge of determination. I would be there for her, every step of the way."What's the next step?" I asked, looking up at Nurse Thompson."We'll be preparing your mother for surgery shortly," she replied. "Dr. Ryan will come in to explain everything in more detail, but I wanted to give you a heads up on the results."I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Nurse Thompson. "Thank you for telling us. That means a lot to us."Nurse Thompson smiled and nodded before turning
As Mr. Thompson led me to the car, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The hospital was behind me, and I was headed home. We drove off, the smooth hum of the engine and the soft purr of the wheels on the pavement lulling me into a state of relaxation.After about thirty minutes of driving through the winding roads, we finally arrived at our villa, our mansion. The building came into view, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at its grandeur. The villa was a sprawling structure, with high ceilings, large windows, and a facade that seemed to stretch on forever.The exterior was a warm, honey-coloured stone, with intricate carvings and ornate details that spoke of a bygone era. The roof was a deep, rich brown, with tiles that seemed to shimmer in the fading light of day.As we pulled up to the entrance, I could see the beautifully manicured gardens, with flowers and shrubs that seemed to dance in the breeze. The sound of a small fountain burbled in the distance, adding to th
I stood up, stretching my legs after two hours of pacing and praying in the hallway. The red bulb above the operating room door still glowed, indicating that the surgery was ongoing. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I had prayed until I felt a sense of peace wash over me, but the anxiety was still there, lurking beneath the surface.As I stood there, I noticed a few other families waiting in the hallway, all of us united in our concern for our loved ones. Some were pacing like I had been, while others sat in chairs, their eyes fixed on the floor. We exchanged sympathetic glances, but no one spoke. We all knew why we were there, and words weren't necessary.I decided to take a seat in one of the chairs, trying to collect my thoughts. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick update to Rachel, letting her know that the surgery was still ongoing. She responded immediately, sending a string of encouraging messages and emojis.As I scrolled through my phone, I notic
As I slowly opened my eyes, the warm sunlight streaming through the windows of my bedroom greeted me, signaling a new day. I stretched my arms and yawned, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after a good night's sleep. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. As I scrolled through my notifications, my heart skipped a beat as I saw a text from Mrs. Jenkins.I quickly opened the message, my eyes scanning the screen with anticipation. And then I saw the words that made my heart soar:"Aries, dear, I have wonderful news! Your mother is awake and doing well. She's still a bit weak, but she's smiling and asking for you. Come visit her as soon as you can."I let out a loud shout of joy, my voice echoing off the walls of my bedroom. "Yes! Oh, thank God!" I exclaimed, pumping my fist in the air. Tears of happiness pricked at the corners of my eyes as I felt a wave of relief.I threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.As I jumped out of bed, I quickly made
I took a moment to collect my thoughts, adjusting the bouquet in my hand. I couldn't wait to see my mother's face light up.The elevator stopped on my mother's floor, and the doors opened with a soft whoosh. I stepped out into the quiet corridor, my eyes scanning the room numbers as I made my way to my mother's room. My heart beat with anticipation, and I couldn't help but smile to make her happy As I walked through the corridor, the soft hum of machinery and the gentle chatter of hospital staff filled the air. The scent of disinfectant and fresh linens wafted through the hallway, a familiar and comforting smell. I passed by rooms with open doors, catching glimpses of patients and their families, some smiling, others looking worried or tired. I nodded to a few hospital staff members as I passed, exchanging quiet greetings.Just as I turned a corner, I saw Dr. Ryan standing outside a room, sipping a cup of coffee and reviewing a chart. He looked up and caught my eye, flashing a warm