CHAPTER 7

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 my way to the bathroom, my heart still racing with excitement. I turned on the faucet to start filling the tub with warm water, then grabbed my phone and dialed Mr. Thompson's number.

"Good morning, Mr. Thompson," I said, trying to contain my enthusiasm. "I need you to get the car ready. I'm going to visit my mother at the hospital."

"Right away, ma'am," Mr. Thompson replied, his voice professional and prompt. "I'll have the car ready in fifteen minutes."

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson," I said, already starting to undress. "I'll be down soon."

I hung up the phone and began to prepare for my bath, my movements quick and efficient. I added some bath salts to the water, watching as they dissolved and released their calming fragrance into the air.

I then got into the tub, feeling the warm water envelop me like a gentle hug.

As I soaked in the bath, I couldn't help but think about my mother and how much I wanted to see her. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that she was awake and doing well.

After a quick ten minute bath, I got out and began to get dressed, choosing a simple yet elegant outfit for my visit to the hospital. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, where Mr. Thompson was waiting for me with the car.

"Good morning, ma'am," he said, opening the door for me. "I'm glad to hear about your mother's progress."

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson," I replied, smiling. "I'm eager to see her."

With that, we set off for the hospital, the car gliding smoothly through the morning traffic.

"Mr Thompson" I said tapping on the drivers seat from the back.

"Ma'am is there any problem" he asked.

"Please I would love to get my mom Bouquet of flowers" can you please stop at the flower store?? I asked looking at him through the mirror.

"Of course, ma'am," Mr. Thompson replied, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "I'll make a quick stop at the flower store."

He expertly navigated the car through the traffic, taking a slight detour to reach the flower store. We arrived a few minutes later, and I hopped out of the car, eager to choose a beautiful bouquet for my mother.

As I entered the store, I was greeted by the sweet fragrance of fresh flowers and the warm smile of the florist.

"Good morning! How can I help you today?" she asked.

"Hi," I replied, scanning the colorful array of flowers. "I'd like to get a bouquet for my mother. She's in the hospital, and I want something to brighten up her room."

The florist nodded sympathetically. "Aww, that's so sweet of you. What's her favourite colour or flower?"

I thought for a moment. "She loves pastel shades and roses."

The florist's eyes lit up. "Perfect! I have just the thing."

She expertly assembled a stunning bouquet of pale pink roses, baby blue delphiniums, and creamy white carnations. The arrangement was gorgeous, and I couldn't wait to see my mother's face light up when she saw it.

"This is beautiful," I said, handing over my credit card to pay. "Thank you so much!"

The florist smiled, handing me the bouquet. "You're welcome, dear. I hope your mother loves it and feels better soon."

I returned to the car, where Mr. Thompson was waiting patiently. "Here we are, ma'am," he said, taking the bouquet from me and placing it gently on the seat beside me.

As we continued our journey to the hospital, the sweet scent of the flowers filled the car, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and anticipation. I couldn't wait to see my mother and give her the bouquet.

As Mr. Thompson pulled up to the hospital entrance, I gathered my belongings and turned to thank him.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Thompson," I said, smiling warmly. "You're always so prompt and helpful. I really appreciate it."

Mr. Thompson smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's my pleasure, ma'am," he replied. "I'm just glad I could help. Give your mother my best wishes for a speedy recovery."

I nodded, feeling grateful for his kind words. "I will, Mr. Thompson. Thank you again for everything."

As I stepped out of the car, Mr. Thompson handed me the bouquet of flowers, which I took with a smile.

"I'll be here waiting for you when you're ready to leave, ma'am," he reminded me.

I nodded, feeling reassured that he would be there to take me home. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I'll be sure to come find you when I'm ready."

With that, I turned and walked into the hospital.

As I stepped out of the car, I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions: excitement to see my mother, relief that she was doing well, and a hint of nervousness about how she would look and feel after her ordeal.

I walked towards the hospital lobby, my heels clicking on the pavement.

As I entered the lobby, I was greeted by the familiar sight of the hospital's modern interior.

The sound of gentle chatter and the soft beeping of machines filled the air. I made my way to the elevator, my eyes fixed on the doors as I waited for them to open.

When the doors slid open, I stepped inside, pressing the button for my mother's floor. The doors closed behind me, and I felt a sense of calm as the elevator began its smooth ascent.