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A LIFE WITHOUT THE LOVED ONE
Jennifer POV
I looked down at my sickening mother laying on the hospital bed with tears flowing down my cheeks, everytime I try to wipe out the tears on my eyes more kept coming. Her hand was heavy and pale and slowly day by day I begin to realize that she was slipping away from me into the other world.
What can I do without her? She was the last parent I had and without her my life will be a whole lot of mess.
Realizing what my father did when I was younger, I felt the anger running through the course of my body. He had left his pregnant wife to feed for herself and when I was given birth go, my mom fell ill so many times that I could not count.
Several tears roll down my cheeks as I recall how I had to drop out of college years ago just because I lacked the basic luxury to go back to school. We had to settle for other paying jobs, just to feed ourselves on a daily basis and also run my mother's medical bill, while sending my brother to school.
"What will my life be, if I loose her?" I wondered, while my heart begins to beat very fast. She was everything that I could ever have in a person.
Suddenly, I remembered the time when my mother before her cancer, her smile as my name rolled out of her tongue.
"Dinner is ready Jenny." She was so calm and peaceful and always tried to protect us at every little cost that she had.
We were a great family, but those days were over and now I have to face the reality that I could potentially loose her to the cold hands of death.
My thoughts were caught shot abruptly, when I heard a soft moan come out of her lips, as she stired in her sleep. I moved closer to her, rubbing her hand and trying to comfort her through the period she was going through.
My eyes went over to her bald hair and the words of the doctor replayed itself in my ear. "She has three stages of Ovarian cancer." He had revealed those words to me.
Looking at her eyes, the once happy and loving mother wasd only left with pain and agony written over her face, even in her sleeping state.
Suddenly her eyes flung open and she begins to panic as the machines which had been connected to her begins to beep loudly. I was totally confused on what to do, when the nurses ran into the room and one of them forcefully pushed me out of the room, despite my protest
I sat by the door on the floor closing my eyes and for the first time I had to pray to the creator to grant her safety and her well being. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder forcing me to look up at the piercing eyes of Jason my brother.
"You need to go and see the doctor, he has been looking for you." Jason revealed, but stopped his words, seeing my countenance. "Are you alright?"
"Forget about me Jason , let us talk about you. What are you even looking for over here? I believe you are supposed to be in school studying?" I questioned, feeling emptiness in my heart. I cannot be bothering Jason a young boy who has great future at his disposal.
"We closed about two hours ago." Jason responded. "I returned and I find you covering your head while crying."
"What about mom?" He asked, trying to peep through the hole of the emergency unit's door.
"What did the doctor want?" I asked, ignoring his earlier question.
"I don't know, he simply wants to see you and he says it is important that you show up." He stated.
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