The promise

Marlani's POV

It was such a monotonous routine. Everyday, I woke up with a pain in my back due to the uncomfortable couch in the hospital room.

I did my morning oblations in the bathroom then came to sit by his bedside till about noon when the second maid would come with lunch, then I'd go home, change and come back.

The doctors tried their best to assure me he would be fine, but when your loved one was in a coma, it was difficult to have good thoughts.

Grandfather’s dream replayed on my mind over and over again. I almost found myself begging him to let Sylvester go. It wasn’t his time yet.

I was on the verge of giving up. The only thing that had kept me sane was talking, and talking I did.

I went on to tell him about everything!

Things that were happening in the world and in my life, hoping he would wake up and ask any questions but he never did.

There was nothing I did not do.

I cried.

I prayed.

I got angry at him.

I begged.

I appealed to him but nothing seemed to work.

He just d