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The love between mother and son...no matter what happens |
| Her name was Angel. Though sheâs been through many happy memories, she somehow ended up a disaster. Her smile was no longer shining and her eyes vividly changed into a dark atmosphere. Sheâs tried all she could to make everyone happy, but end up hurting herself. Sheâs tried to live a better life, but it turned out to be such a painful life. Who is Angel you may ask. Well Iâm here to tell you a story...about this person that I loved dearly. âWhat do you mean you failed dance class?â A strained yell from Angelâs mother came from the living room. âIâm sorry; Iâm just not good at dancing. Itâs not one of my passions,â Angel replied with her head buried in her hands as she sat onto a plastic chair. âLook at me Angel Kim! Do you know how much money we spent on you for that class? And now youâre telling me youâre sorry?â Angelâs mother screamed at the top of her lungs as her hands fisted on her hips. âDo you expect money to be coming out of your mouth every time you say youâre sorry? Saying sorry wonât help!â Angel looked up at her motherâs blood red face with steam arising from her head. She was speechless since saying sorry wouldnât do anything. Her teary eyes just glared into her motherâs furious eyes. âNow you canât say anything?â Her mother sighed and looked away for a moment. Then she shot her head back at Angel with her teeth clenched with fury. âAnd what about your grades? They arenât all 100%...even 99% isnât acceptable in this house! WE SPENT MONEY ON YOU ANGEL AND THIS IS WHAT WE GET?â âMom, no one is perfect! You canât get 100% in every single thing.â Angelâs mother raised her finger and yelled back, âDonât you dare talk back to your own mother! When I say you need to get 100% on everything, I mean it! Donât tell me itâs impossible, itâs quite possible!â Angel saw the tears whelm up in her motherâs eyes, the anger mixed with pain. âAngelâŚyou understand that weâre very poor, right? We canât even afford a nice car. All I wanted was you to be the best in school and make me the proudest mother in the world.â Her mother took a moment to gulp as her eyebrows arched together. She continued, âBut you canât even do that, can you? All the money that your father and I spent on you has gone to waste. If you werenât in this family, we could have that nice car by now.â âMomâŚwhat are you saying?â Angelâs tone was colored in worry. Her mother sniffed and released her fisted hands. Angel knew her mother was up to something. The look on her motherâs face wasnât right. âYouâre forbidden to live in this house nowâŚâ she said with exhaustion from yelling. Angel shot her eyes away from her mother and was left jaw-dropped in disbelief. âWhat?â she asked. âPack your things, I donât want you in this house anymore, neither does your father.â âYou canât be serious! This is ridiculous mom!â âYou canât live up to our expectations; you have no right to live here.â âEven father agreed to this?â Angelâs mother tightened her mouth and nodded slowly. Angel felt more tears wounding up in her eyes and she looked onto the ground, shaking her head. âThis canât beâŚâ She looked back up at her mother, âIâll get a job soon! I promise! I want to continue my education and help earn money for the family!â âYou know you canât get a job! Youâve already been rejected countless times, youâre hopeless! I canât believe I have such a daughter! Such useless daughter!â Angelâs face tightened and she started to whimper when those words traveled out of her motherâs mouth. âDo you really hate me so?â she questioned. Her mother spoke no words. Angel nodded, finally accepting the fact that she had no other choice but to leave. âFineâŚIâll move out of this houseâŚif thatâs really what you want. If that makes you happyâŚIâll escape from your life. Forget me; Iâm just your worthless daughter. Iâm already eighteen; I can take care of myself.â Tears streamed down Angelâs pale cheeks, she knew the words that she spoke were only hurting her own self. âGoâŚgo now, I donât want to see you anymore,â her mother whispered as she stared onto the wall. Angel slowly rose up from the chair and slumped up the wooden cracked stairs. Angelâs jet-black hair ran down to her shoulders and her bangs ran across her forehead. Her eyes gleamed coffee brown and her face was round and sharp. Her bangs shifted side to side as she walked towards the front door. The handle was broken and the top of the door had a couple holes in it from termites. Her house was like an old abandoned cabin that youâd usually find in the woods. Angel glanced behind her for a last look at her childhood house. It was dark, lonely, and the atmosphere was cold. âIâm leaving motherâŚâ Angel choked out but there was no reply. She hung her head down as she opened the door that made a loud creaking sound. The small rolling suitcase rumbled the ground and the keychain on her handbag jingled. The house was now deserted by Angel. Angelâs ponytail shifted side to side as she traveled down a cement sidewalk. The sides were decorated with pine trees and the roads were busy with zooming cars. Angel walked in silence with all the noisy sound blocked from her ears. Her mind carried too many hurtful memories; even school was a terrible memory to keep; because thatâs where she fell in love for the first time. His name was Michael. Angelâs first love and it wasnât long before she turned eighteen. Angel sat in the middle of the classroom as she stared onto the beautiful silky black hair of Michael. He sat right in front of her and he was known as the smartest guy in the class. Angel was often memorized by his unique face and cherry lips. Usually, heâd help her out on class work and talk to her during lunch. But when did Michael fall in love with Angel? Itâs when Angel was brave enough to step up for her classmate who was being bullied. âThis girl owes me money! What do you think you are doing missy? You want to be involved too?â The buff guy tightened her jaw and lifted his head up. Angelâs arms were spread out in front of her classmate, protecting her from any hurt. âIf this girl owes you money, that doesnât involve violence! She said sheâd pay you back, canât you wait just a bit more?â âWait?â The guyâs voice started to sound very impatient. âIâve waited a month missyâŚ$100 shouldnât be that hard to pay up.â âSheâs working really hard on her job to earn that much money! Please give a little more time!â Angel begged as the classmate behind her nodded with fear. âWho do you think youâre messing with?â The bully stepped up closer to Angel. Angel could feel her veins shivering inside, but still, she didnât back away. Michael admired the courage in Angelâs heart and shook his head in laughter. He walked up to the bully and tapped his shoulder. âAlright, alright, enough fighting. Iâll pay you the $100 now, okay?â Michael reached into his pocket and reached out cash. He placed it on the bullyâs hand and smiled gently. âSatisfied?â The bully glared back at the classmate, âJust take it that youâre lucky this time. Next time Iâll punch your guts out.â He spit onto the ground and trotted away. Angel kept her stare onto the bully and let out an aggravated sigh. She turned her angry stare onto Michael. âAnd youâŚyou think youâre so rich huh? You can just reach out of your pocket all this money and solve everything? RidiculousâŚâ She pouted. Michael laughed and Angel shot her eyes back at him. âWhatâs so funny?â she growled. Michael poked her forehead with a shining smile. âYouâre so cute you know that? I just helped your friend out, if youâre angry about it; then tell your friend to pay me back, but she can take as long as she wants.â Michael laughed once more and walked away with his hands dugged into his pockets. Angel let out a disbelief scoff and rolled her eyes. The classmate behind her tapped her and said, âThank you so much Angel, youâre a sweetheart for stepping up for me. ButâŚI promise Iâll pay that guy back.â âNo, donât pay him back, just let him waste that $100 since heâs so cool and richâŚâ âI have to pay him back! I need to thank him too.â Angel sighed and bloated her mouth. âOkay, do whatever you want, itâs none of my business,â she replied. Angel looked at Michael again, even though she could only see his back walking away, she still felt her heart thump. Her angered look fell to a relieved smile and her eyes glittered with love. Though the two of them may have fallen in loveâŚit led to disaster. It was the disaster that changed Angelâs life forever. Angel was invited to a night party, in which she sneaked out of her house to attend. But what she didnât know was what lied ahead of her. The hosts of the party were a couple guys from her classes and they served alcohol drinks in which they stole from their parentâs fridge. The party was noisy and crowded; the music blasted and vibrated the rooms. âHave a drink!â Michael came and sat next to Angel on a leather couch. Angel stopped looking at the disco ball and looked at the alcohol bottle in Michaelâs hand. âWeâre only 17âŚI donât think weâre supposed to drinkâŚâ Angel said unsurely. âCome on, breaking just a small rule, no biggie,â Michael insisted. âI donât think Iâm a good drinkerâŚâ âItâs okay, just try it, itâs really good.â Michael shoved the bottle in front of Angelâs face. Angel gave in and took the bottle, popped the cap and took a small sip. âGood?â Michael questioned. Angel nodded and drank a couple more sips. The next thing she knew was that she woke up from her bed the next morning. Her head throbbed and she couldnât remember a single detail that happened the other night. She felt nauseous and dizzy and often sick. Her dancing skills were way off and she couldnât focus on her work anymore. And so she went to the doctor to find what was wrongâŚthe result shocked her. Angel kept walking on the sidewalk until she stopped in a park, where she discovered a familiar face. The keychain stopped jingling and the rolling of the suitcase stopped vibrating the ground. The breezes blew across Angelâs bangs. âMichaelâŚâ she whispered breathlessly from her sobs. Michael looked up, paused walking, and his expression tightened. He bit his lips and looked away for a second as he continued to walk. Michael was about to walk past Angel until she grabbed his arm. âMichaelâŚâ she whispered once more with her eyes fixed onto the ground. Michael stood silent. âWhy arenât you talking?â Angel blinked several times waiting for an answer. Finally, Michael spoke. âDo you want to tell me something?â Angel swallowed hard and nodded cautiously. âWhat is it?â Michael inquired. âThat night-â Angel started but Michael immediately cut her off with an impatient tone. âThat night meant nothing.â Michael pulled his arm away from Angelâs grasp. âBut-â âAngelâŚâ Michael turned face to face with Angel with a sigh. âIt was a mistake. The whole night. Iâm sorry if you misinterpreted what we did. But I have no feelings toward you anymore. Can we pretend nothing happened?â âI canâtâŚâ âWhy not?â Angelâs eyes shifted back and forth, not sure what she should say. âDo you still like me? Because if you do, then try to forget me. I simply have no feelings whatsoever towards you anymore. Iâm-â âIâm pregnant,â Angel snapped. Silence. Michael gleamed into Angelâs eyes with complete disbelief and his mouth hung open speechless. âW-w-what?â He stammered. âThe doctor told me.â âW-w-when?â âA week after that night.â Michael sighed deeply and bit his lip hard. He placed his hands on the side of his head as his head was mixed in confusion. âWhat are you going to do?â he asked Angel. âIâŚI was hopingâŚyouâd help me raise the child.â Michael immediately shook his head without thinking. âNoâŚI canât do that.â âWhy canât you?â âAngel! I still have college to go to! I canât take care of a child! For heavenâs sake who do you think I am? Iâm not even sure I want to be a father yet!â âHow am I going to raise a child by myself now? I mean, I donât even have a home now,â Angel stated with shivers running up and down her spine. Michael looked at her suitcases. âYou got kicked out?â Angel couldnât reply for the answer was quite obvious. Michael scoffed and shook his head. âYou know what; Iâm not even going to discuss this matter with you. Pretend I donât even exist; pretend we never knew each other.â Michael started to walk away in a fast pace. Angel made a quick diversion behind her and yelled out, âMICHAEL!â Michael wouldnât turn his head. âMICHAEL!â Angel yelled a second time but still, he kept walking. âHOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO RAISE IT ALL BY MYSELF?â Angel could hear the unsteady tone of her own voice. All she could do now was worry and sob, though she knew, tears wouldnât help anything. It was up to her to take care of herself and her babyâŚshe could only pray that everything will somehow get better. Six years later⌠It was a very rough five years to live through. But somehow Angel managed to put up with her troubles. She found a nice job at a bakery shop and she lived in a room in the back of the store. She helped cleaning and taking the job at the register. The employees were kind to Angel, knowing what troubles she had to go through. The room had a wooden desk with only one drawer, a small twin sized bed and a shelf the size of a mini refrigerator. The walls were still unfinished and you could see the pipes sticking out. Occasionally rats would scurry out to find some food and bugs would run across the floor. But to Angel, the room was very cozy and nice to live in. Occasionally, Angel would go to a doctor for checkups. Since the doctor was a good friend of Angelâs from school and understood how Angel was poor and had a son, she got the checkups for free. Her son, John, was six and an intelligent child. At times, the employees of the bakery shop would educate him on some math and reading. Angel thanked them for their wonderful generosity and sent them sweet grins. âHey JohnâŚâ Angel bent down and her large eyes gleamed at her child. âYes mommy?â John replied with a gentle voice. âWant to go to the park today?â Angel caressed Johnâs soft cheeks and patted his smooth hair which was the same color as his fatherâs. âOkay!â John yelled with glee, jumping up and down, and showed the dimples in his smile. Angel let out a gentle chuckle and raised her hand up. John took her hand and held her tight. âGo, go, go!â John wildly hopped in the air. John resembled his father a lot, the silky black hair, the small squinty eyes, and the cherry lips. He swung on the swings, tilting his head side to side as he looked birds fly across the cloudless sky. âFly birdie fly!â He giggled and he swung his legs. âMommy, I want to be a birdie.â Angel laughed and nodded. âOkay, mommy promises you will be a birdie when you grow up.â âFly, fly, fly!â Angel looked at her sonâs cheerful face; she couldnât help but smile too. Though John didnât have any friends, or have a lot of toys, he was still such a positive boy. âMommy! I want ice cream!â John requested. Angel walked to the swing and held the swing to a stop. âMaybe another time okay? Mommy still has to work.â John puckered his lips and nodded. âOkayâŚâ âGood boy.â Angel pinched Johnâs clubby cheeks and left a couple red marks. âOw, that hurts.â John put both of his hands on his cheek and rubbed it. âOops, sorry.â John stopped rubbing and cupped his hands together. âItâs okay! It hurt only a little.â he said. Angel let out a small chuckle and took Johnâs hand. âLetâs go.â John hopped out of the swing and swung his hand back and forth with his mom. He skipped across the road with her and into the bakery shop. In the bakery shop, Angelâs eyes widened when she saw the man who was sitting at one of the tables. Her grip with John loosened and John looked up at her. âMommy?â he asked confused. The man looked up from the newspaper and glared at Angel. He didnât smile, he didnât frown; his expression was stone faced. âLong time no see,â he began. Angel patted John and said, âGo to our room, mommy has to do her work.â âBut I always watch you work.â âUmâŚI think you need some rest right now.â âBut Iâm not sleepy!â âJohnâŚâ Angelâs voice tightened. John looked down and started trotting away. âOkay mommyâŚâ he said quietly. As soon as Johnâs back faded into the back of the bakery, Angel sighed deeply and focused back on the man. âMichael, what are you doing here?â her voice immediately turned monotone. âThatâs the welcome I get after such a long time?â Angel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. âOh, Iâm sorry, âAngel sarcastically began, âOh Michael! Youâre here! Iâm so happy to see you again!â âThat wouldâve been great except without that kind of tone,â Michael joked. âEnough fooling around; tell me what youâre doing here. Are you trying to make fun of my life?â âActually, Iâm here to claim whatâs mine.â âWhatâs yours? What are you talking about?â âMy child.â Michael crossed his arms and tilted his head. The scrunches of his leather jacket filled the atmosphere. Angel scoffed and walked over to Michael as she pounded his table. âYOUR CHILD?â She raised her voice. âIf you donât mind, keep your voice down, itâs disturbing to the employees.â âYou know Michael, you are soooooooooo funny. After six years, you say you want your child now? I thought you didnât want to be a father, I thought you didnât want to be a part of my life, I thought you didnât exist!â There was a clink of glasses behind the counter where an employee glared at them with a weird expression. âDonât make a fool of yourself Angel, people are around, they can hear you.â âIâM NOT THE FOOL HERE. YOU ARE. JOHN IS MY CHILD AND YOU CANNOT BE A PART OF HIS LIFE.â Michael stood up and the chair created a loud screech across the marble floor. âIâM HIS FATHER!â âI DONâT CARE! YOU LEFT HIM FOR SIX YEARS AND SUDDENLY YOU WANT HIM?â âI WANT TO TAKE CARE OF HIM! LOOK AT YOURSELF ANGEL! YOUâRE POOR, WHAT CAN YOU DO FOR JOHN? CAN YOU TRULY MAKE JOHN HAPPY?â Angel clenched her fists and felt the stinging of tears arising in her eyes. Yes she was poor, butâŚwithout John, she wouldnât be happy. âSee Angel?? You canât make John happy, You canât do anything for him. Your own child, Angel! This is for your own childâs sake! Look at yourself. Youâre as skinny as a twig now. You look sick.â âNoâŚâ âExcuse me?â Angelâs head was hung down and her bangs covered the sight of her eyes, though you could see the tear drops falling onto the ground. âNo, you canât have John. Even though Iâm poor, I can still make him happy!â Angel rose her head up with bloodshot eyes. âStop lying to yourself Angel.â âIâm not. I can make John happy!â Suddenly Michael slapped Angel and screamed, âCOME TO YOUR SENSES ANGEL! YOU CANâT DO ANYTHING FOR JOHN!â Then there was a cry from a distance. Angel looked up, seeing John sitting in the corner, watching them. His face scrunched up as tears flooded down his cheeks. âWhy did you hit mommy?â His cry roared louder and his face turned red. âWhy did you hit mommy! Why did you hit mommy! MommyyyâŚâ Angel ran over to pick John up as she wiped his tears away. âItâs okay, mommyâs okay, donât cry. Donât cry anymore, mommyâs okay,â Angel sobbed. She held John in her arms and bounced him lightly up and down as John rested his head onto her shoulders, still crying. Angel cupped her hand onto his head and turned to Michael. âLeave us. Leave us alone. You donât deserve to be his father.â Angel left into the back before Michael could say another word. Aggravated, Michael walked out the bakery shop with fury in his footsteps. âDonât cry anymore John, everything is okay now.â Angel kept wiping away the tears and Johnâs cry slowly came to a stop. âMommy okay?â He whimpered as he rubbed his eyes. âYes, mommy is fine.â Angel let out a relieved sigh. âWhy mommy get hit?â âWellâŚsomeone doesnât like mommy a lot. So they got mad.â âWhy someone donât like mommy? Mommy is the best.â Angel smiled widely and poked Johnâs nose. âOf course mommy is the best.â âIâm always right.â John tilted his head as he swung his legs back and forth. âYes, John is always right,â Angel answered. The next day, suddenly, the atmosphere felt odd. Nobody talked to Angel, and nobody offered to educate John. The employees took a glance at Angel and scoffed as they walked away from her. Was it because of the fight yesterdayâŚbutâŚonly one employee heard me yellâŚAngel puzzled in her mind. When Angel was cleaning the tables; an employee with curly hair, wrinkled skin, and big bags under her eyes, came up to Angel with a furious complaint. âWho do you think you are? What kind of mother are you?â âWhat?â Angel asked in confusion. âHow DARE you take the child away from the father!â âWhat? I didnât take away-â âI saw the father yesterday and you both were yelling! He came to talk to me personally and said that because he was a bad father, you stole John away from him!â âThatâs not true! Come on, weâve known each other for five years, youâve seen John grow up with me!â âBut to face the fact, the father was right. You canât raise John, youâre too poor. John canât grow up happily. You should hand over your son.â âI-â âEnd of discussion, WORK!â Angel held the wet towel in her hand, watching the lady walk away. All the employees shot an evil eye at her. No one believes meâŚAngel felt the inside of her heart crying. âWhy does everyone not like mommy?â John frowned as he held onto his momâs arm. âWhat?â Angel turned to look down at her son. âSomeone mad again todayâŚâ Angel continued walking on the sidewalk as her flowery dress was fluttering to the side. Her bag dangled side to side from her arm and her sneakers squeaked in every step. âOhâŚthatâŚmommy just did something wrong in her job.â âMommy never does something wrong. Mommy is number one in her job!â Angel weakly smiled. âNo one is perfect.â Angel paused walking and bent down to face John in the eye. She held his hands tightly and said, âYou must know that John. Nobody is perfect. So if anyone ever makes fun of you, you must ignore them.â John nodded quickly. Angel rose up to her feet and continued to walk until she spotted a chocolate store. âDo you want chocolate John?â John shook his head. âYou should get chocolate Mommy. Chocolate makes you happy. John buy mommy chocolate okay?â Angel laughed and patted Johnâs head. âItâs okay, mommy doesnât need chocolate. Are you sure you donât want any?â John shook his head. Just as Angel was about to keep walking, a person grabbed her bag and ran. âHEY!â Angel screamed and chased the person. But before she could even run ten feet, she felt a severe back pain; she stopped and turned to John. He stood by the chocolate store, with fear in his eyes. Angelâs hair flowed in the air as she watched John stand there. âMommy? Donât leave meâŚâ John whimpered when he started to cry. Angel ran back to John and held his head. âDonât cry John, Mommy wasnât going to leave you.â John sniffed and rubbed his eyes as he held onto his momâs gentle hands. âI wanna go home,â he complained. Angel nodded and guided John back to the bakery shop. âWhat did doctor say today mommy?â John asked. âJohn...if mommy doesnât buy you a lot of things, will you be sad?â Angel lied on the bed as John crouched beside her. He shook his head. âMommy is here. John will always be happy.â Angel smiled as her tears fell to the side of her eyes and across her ears. âDonât cry mommy.â Hearing those words come out of Johnâs mouth hurt Angel even more. John took his motherâs bony hand and rested his head on it. His shining eyes looked at his mother. âWhy is mommy crying?â Angel took a large breath, unable to speak well. She hoarsely replied, âMommy is sad.â âWhy is mommy sad?â Angelâs head felt dizzy and the tears on her face were drying. She put her hand on her burning forehead. âMommy is a little sickâŚand tired. Nobody believes mommy, everybody hates her. Mommy is poor and canât afford anything nice. Mommy is very hurt. Nobody really loves mommy.â âBut I love mommy.â Angel looked at John with her flooded eyes. âThank you, John. Thank you for being with me. Youâre the only one thatâs keeping me alive. But mommyâŚis living such a hard life. I donât know how you can be happy.â âIf mommy donât leave, then John always happy.â Angel tried to laugh, but only whimpers were choked out. âIâm sorry John. I canât give you anything more but my love.â John didnât reply, he only looked at his motherâs red eyes. âI know you canât understand well, but in the future, you will. I want you to be with mommy forever and mommy wants to be with you forever. ButâŚI donât think itâs possible.â âI wanna be with mommy forever!â âJohnâŚ.JohnâŚ.â Angel took her sons hands and held it with an iron grasp. âMommy lost some money. Mommy is poor. Mommy doesnât have enough money to help you if she keeps living this way. Everyone has turned against her, mommy feels hopeless.â âMommyyyâŚ.â âListen to me John.â Angel couldnât stop the tears from falling. âI love you. I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you. Mommy wonât ever forget you and you canât forget mommy either. Iâll always be your mommy, even if Iâm not beside you.â âMommy always by me!â âMommy canât be with you forever.â âWHY MOMMY?â John had a shiver in his voice. âJohnâŚI know you still canât understand butâŚI donât think mommy can support you anymore.â âMommy leaving?â Johnâs face scribbled a frown and his eyebrows arched together in sadness. Tears were winding up in his small eyes. âNo, no, no, noâŚ.mommy will always be here. No matter what, mommy is always here.â Then Angel put her hand on Johnâs heart. âMommy will always be here, in your heart.â John couldnât reply, he couldnât understand what his mother was trying to get across. âJust remember, mommy is here. Mommy will never leave you, promise.â âPromise?â âPromiseâŚâ âMommyâŚwhy you say these things?â âBecauseâŚbecause I just wanted to let you knowâŚmommy really loves you.â âI know mommy loves me because I love mommy too. Mommy will never leave me because mommy loves me. No matter what, mommy will always be here with me because mommy loves me. I love mommy because mommy loves me.â Angelâs purple lips tightened into a straight line across her face as more tears drew down her pale face. She nodded, âYes, mommy loves you.â Angel and John crouched down to the only window they had in their room. The moonlight shone through and reflected off both their eyes. They stared into the night sky where the stars twinkled and danced. âIsnât it beautiful John?â âYes, the moon is shiny.â Angel tried to smile but behind her smiles were aches. The two sat in silence, watching the calm outside sky. âMommy, this time I tell you bedtime story okay?â John whispered as he rested beside his mom on the small bed. His pajamas were blue and decorated with little tigers chasing each other around. Angel nodded and whispered back, âThat would be niceâŚâ John began, âOnce upon a time, there was an angel looking over the world.â John flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling as he told the story. Angel lied on her side, looked at John with her gentle eyes as her bangs fell to the side. More and more tears streamed to down across her nose and below her eyes. ââŚthe princess said she wanted to marry prince. Angel said princess have to do something good. Princess say okay and give someone flowers. Angel said âokay princess, you can marry now.â Angel POOFEDâ John clapped his hands together as he bloated his mouth when he said âpoofâ â⌠a prince for the princess. Princess happy. They marry and they live happily ever after.â John flipped back to his side, looking at his momâs teary eyes again. âUh oh, was my story sad?â Angel shook her head weakly. âNo, it was a beautiful story John, thank you.â âYay! Tomorrow mommy tell me story okay?â Angel closed her eyes and whispered without energy, âOkayâŚâ John took his motherâs cold pale hand. âMommyâs hand is cold, John help warm it up.â He breathed into his motherâs hand and rubbed it. âThank youâŚâ Angel said. âOkay mommy, time to sleep. Tomorrow another day for mommy!â Angel stopped her tears and grinned. âYes, another day.â John squirmed his body under the blanket, still holding onto his motherâs hand. âGood night mommy.â Angel kept smiling with her eyes closed and John gently closed his eyes too. âGood night John,â Angel murmured. John opened his eyes, with his hands still in his motherâs grasp. He pulled out his hand, sat up and stretched his arms in the air as he yawned loudly. He smacked his lips together with his half-asleep eyes. âMommy, time to get up!â John cheerfully said as he shook his mom. Angel didnât budge. âMommmyyyâŚwake up! No more sleepy!â He shook her once more but she didnât move. No matter how loud he called âmommyâ or how hard he shook her, Angel didnât open her eyes. An employee heard John yelling and ran into the room. Angel was no longer breathing, her body was freezing cold and her face was dead pale. John fell to tears. âWhy isnât mommy waking up?â He questioned with worry. The employee wasnât sure how to answer the six year old boy. âJohn, Iâm sorryâŚyour mom...sheâŚsheâs going to be sleeping for a while.â âNO! Mommy wake up now! I donât want to go anywhere without mommy! Mommy said she always be with me! Mommy promised!â âJohn-â âI WANT MOMMY!â Johnâs tears kept falling, waiting for his mom to sit up and say âeverything is okay, mommy is okay,â and waiting for his mom to wipe away his tears like always. But no matter how long or how loud he was crying, none of his hopes raised. Angel didnât sit up. Angel didnât wipe away his tears. Angel didnât say âeverything is okay.â Angel didnât do anything. She kept lying thereâŚmotionless. Sheâs tried all she could to make everyone happy, but end up hurting herself. Sheâs tried to live a better life, but it turned out to be such a painful life. Who is Angel you may ask. Well Iâm here to tell you a story...about this person that I loved dearly. Iâve told you the story now. Even recalling this story, make me ache. Writing about Angel hurts because I loved her. My name is John, John Kim. And Angel was my mother, the person that always held me close and loved me with all her heart. Now I understandâŚwhat she was trying to tell me at that time. I was a burden to her, yet she still took me in as her child and kept me close. She was pressured so much and very lonely, yet she never really gave up, she tried to keep going and to help me be happy. Because of me, because of my existence, because I ended up in her tummy, she got breast cancer. Now that I look back, I realize why she was always so thin, so pale, and always having physical pain. There is no need to tell what happened after her death, because my life takes on a different road. I only wrote this storyâŚbecause I love my mother, and she loves me. Even though I donât see her now, Iâm sure sheâs right beside me at this moment, watching me write this story about her. I know she is smiling at me. So many times, I want to hug her and say âmommyâ again. Maybe, if I bought that chocolate, mommy wouldnât have been sick anymore. Yes, thatâs impossible butâŚif I knew mom was sick, at that time I wouldâve gotten her chocolate everyday, hoping she wouldnât be sick anymore. AngelâŚmy motherâŚis now truly an angel. She has made heaven more beautiful. Now I sit here, closing up the story, and crying as I think about all the happiness my mother has given me. My mind is still at when I was six, still waiting for mom to wake up and waiting for her to tell me the next bed time story. Thank you Mommy. I Love you. |