So that being said...
luminous flashbacks of also having to gawp at her sagging limps grew pale ,I felt her weakness, her sickenly energy just by merely looking.She would lie in bed ever so restlessly, tired of the pain in her bronchioles, in her veins, in her pulpy heart that seemed to spin,
....tired of living....

Her face would instantly glow at my sight ,a faux hurtful smile a mother hiding pain plasters on for the sake of her
children's happiness.
I saw how every now and then she'd moan in pain in her sleep and how dad would quickly get off the other side of the bed,attend to her too buckling over.I saw how my siblings were affected by this,how it tore their morale right off its roots ,how it tortured me....who had to take her place ...I just had to...


Mother had been hospitalized two days later ,I still remember how it all happened... I still remember...
It was during the cold summer holidays, that Thursday morning, 07:47am dressing to leave for hospital and I was crouched up in a ball on the sofa watching "The ascendant" no not "The descendent", a horror movie.By then I was positive she'd return home.
" Zoey, please get me my pink sweat shirt below that drawer-" mother gestured to the drawer behind me .I rushed towards it rangsacking through her neatly color coordinated plaid skirts ,nothing.
Stumbled through the third...