My Moon My possession

In a cozy room, with brick walls and a wide window that lets in the faint sunlight, Caroline, a beautiful artisan, dedicates herself to molding clay to create a requested jug. Her hands are covered in a light brown powder, moving with grace and precision.

Her fingers dance around the material, and she undoubtedly loves her art, where she immerses herself in a world in which she can be free, giving it shape while softly singing a romantic melody. The clay responds to her touch, converting into something more than a simple object; it transforms into a work of art that reflects her essence of unique creations.

"Mommy! Mommy!" her little daughter's distressed voice grabs her attention, causing her to lose control and spoil her creation.

"What is it, sweetie?" She stops completely, then stands up upon seeing her 7-year-old daughter so worried.

"It's my little brother, Mom! He's very hot and he's shaking."

"Oh, God!" Caroline didn't care about going out with her hands full of clay; the important thing was her son, who had been running a fever lately, and that was no longer normal. Aileen, her little daughter with blonde hair and blue eyes, cries agonizingly and runs with her mother to the room of Conner, her twin.

"Son!" Caroline is terrified to see him trembling and to see the drops of sweat breaking out on his forehead; it looked as if he had just taken a bath. "Mommy's here!" She quickly lifts him into her arms.

"Mom, is my little brother going to die?" Aileen and Conner are siblings who love each other, play together, and are inseparable.

"Calm down, honey, come with me, I need to leave you at Mrs. Graciela's house." She leaves the room with her heart shattered at the sight of her son suffering.

"Mom, I'm very scared, I want to be with you!" Little Aileen is a sea of tears, and Caroline doesn't have time for her daughter to yield to staying with Mrs. Graciela, so she takes her to the hospital as well.

Caroline tries to stay in control, but the pain intensifies more and more as she watches her son in the rearview mirror and sees how her daughter cries, hugging him. "Little brother, I'm sad, I don't want to see you like this, you said 'together forever'."

"Aileen, you have to calm down, honey."

"I want my daddy," she sobs, pouting.

"I do, too... But we must be strong to help Conner. Can I count on you?" She looks in the rearview mirror.

"Yes, Mom," she replies with great tenderness.

Caroline had to slightly exceed the speed limit to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Upon arriving, she quickly parks and then proceeds to take her son out, carrying him in her arms. "Daughter, hold onto my shirt, don't stray from me." Caroline orders her and then quickens her steps, entering through the emergency room.

"Help, please, my son, my son has a very high fever!" Her cry for help draws the attention of a nurse, who, upon approaching and seeing Conner's condition, retrieves a gurney.

"Carefully place him on the gurney!" She hurried to help him.

"Please... help me!" she begs, taking Conner's small, warm hand. "Son, you are brave," she whispers through tears, and then she had to let go because they wheeled him into the emergency room.

"Mommy, is my little brother going to be alright?" Aileen needs her mother's comfort; she is just a child and is afraid of losing the being she loves.

"Come here!" She lifts her up, and Aileen hugs her with all her strength. "Everything is going to be okay," she whispers, looking at the emergency room door, feeling vulnerable.

Two hours later...

Caroline had to call Graciela, her neighbor and good friend, a 50-year-old widow who had no children and greatly loved Caroline and her children.

"Have some tea, dear, you're very nervous." Graciela hands it to her.

"And how could I not be? I feel like I'm dying, Grace, no one is giving me an update on my son, and Aileen only wants her brother to be healthy. What am I supposed to do? I have a husband, my children have a father, but he's not by my side when I need him most."

"You should call him," she sits down next to Caroline.

"I did, but it goes straight to voicemail, as always when he leaves for work," she lets out a long sigh and looks at her daughter, who is sleeping like an angel in her arms.

"I still insist that your husband is very strange, dear Caroline, but you're not alone. Maybe it's just an infection; children put a lot of things in their mouths."

"All I want is for him to be okay. If something happens to him, I won't be able to bear it, and I'm worried about my daughter, for God's sake." Caroline closes her eyes for a moment; she feels so tired.

"Mrs. Taylor," the doctor in charge of Connor's case mentions her name, causing Caroline to open her eyes quickly and look at the doctor fearfully, without even blinking.

"Yes... Please, how is my son?" she asks, and she feels a sharp pang in her chest upon seeing the doctor shake her head.

"Ma'am, your son has Leukemia."

"What!?" Graciela's scream woke Aileen.

"Doctor, no, please, no." Caroline goes into a nervous crisis.

"Why are you crying, Mommy?" Aileen looks at the doctor.

Caroline lowers her daughter because she felt like she would pass out with such disastrous news. "Acute leukemia, it's a very common cancer in children."

"No! Not my son, no!" She brings her right hand to her heart.

"Is my little brother going to die?" The girl hugs Graciela.