The story so far:
Tears trickled down her face. I couldn't take it anymore! I dashed out of her room and slammed the door behind me. "Why me God? Why me? What did I ever do. First daddy and now mom too?" My eyes itched and my face was all swollen. I cried until the tears no longer came out.
The days went on and mom became weaker than ever. Her meals were fed to her through a tube. I ate my meals by myself. In silence. Afterwards, I went upstairs to my mothers room where she was sleeping. I watched her thin frame get thinner. Her face was full of lines. Like a maze. One which was impossible to solve. I stroked her hair. It used to be brown. Now it was splattered with gray. I could no longer make out how she looked like prior to this condition. That was when I knew what I had to do.
I quietly tiptoed out of her room and went outside. I went to the closest supermarket we had and bought a bouquet of flowers. Then, I dragged my feet. There it was. Its majestic presence dawndling over me. I took a deep breath and went up the stairs. As I stepped inside the church I was engulfed by its beauty. The beautiful artwork and architectural design was striking.
I went up to Jesus on his cross and was on my knees. I closed my eyes and for the first time in my 15 years; I prayed. I prayed with all my heart that my mom would live.