A Heart For A Heart It was close, I can feel the drumming in the left chest.
I tried to opened my eyes but it felt heavy. My face felt like a stiff bread that had been left on the counter by some uncareful mothers. I couldn’t feel anything. The only thing I could hear was the distant echoes inside of my chest. I opened my swollen eyes widely and all I can see is blurriness. The echoes grew stronger and closer to me by every second. It was like I was at the world 's largest canyon and was yelling at the top and of my lungs.
I was alive.
*****
I heard two female voices kept going back and forth as if they were having a conversation. I was on medication so I wasn 't able to arranged all of the talkings. But with the useless words that I heard, …show more content…
Then she stopped beside the wooden bench right next to a tall oak tree. She sat down on the bench while still had her hands on the wheelchair 's handles.
We were silent for a moment. It felt like a century although the time would barely make a stir. It was like the silence at an awkward dinner one evening. Everyone was trying to think of something to say. Then my mother opened her mouth and she whispered to me, "I am so glad to have you back, Selina."
I was quiet for a moment. My mother isn 't that kind of mother who will read bedtime stories and kiss their kids goodnight before they went to bed. I spend my childhood lying on my bed in my room and watched the silver moon outside of my window. It was a great comparison with her and the surgical light when she had a emergency surgery late at night. We never talked much. I never said "I love you, Mom" or nor did she ever told me how much does she appreciated me. I was quite surprised by the sudden affirmation words.
A breeze stirred the trees and sweeped the dying leaves down to the red colored brick road. I suddenly knew what to say to my mother. I, too, whispered, "I love you, …show more content…
My mother started again, “Her guardians were generously enough to donate her organs for medical reasons. I was saddened by their desperate faces. It was really hard to watch. I could put myself in their position. If my daughter died after she have been fine for a long time, it is so hard to accept the truth that my daughter is never going to be with me again.”
Silence. Silence. Silence.
“Mom,” I opened my mouth, “Was the girl my donor?”
“Yes. The girl was about your age. She naively told me that after she got well, she is going to adopt the dog. But she never got to.”
Then it was the end of the story.
******
I managed to healed completely after my surgery after spending almost half a year in the hospital. It turned out that we adopted Cinnamon as a surprise for my out-of-the-hospital party. My Mother now spends more time with me as she slightly lowered her office hours. She also seemed happy when we adopted Cinnamon. I guessed this is how it ended. Two girls who had never met before became one because of tragedies that happened in life. Somedays I would spend the afternoon cuddling with Cinnamon on my bed while reading a book; with the unknown girl’s heart echoing inside of my left
I tried to opened my eyes but it felt heavy. My face felt like a stiff bread that had been left on the counter by some uncareful mothers. I couldn’t feel anything. The only thing I could hear was the distant echoes inside of my chest. I opened my swollen eyes widely and all I can see is blurriness. The echoes grew stronger and closer to me by every second. It was like I was at the world 's largest canyon and was yelling at the top and of my lungs.
I was alive.
*****
I heard two female voices kept going back and forth as if they were having a conversation. I was on medication so I wasn 't able to arranged all of the talkings. But with the useless words that I heard, …show more content…
Then she stopped beside the wooden bench right next to a tall oak tree. She sat down on the bench while still had her hands on the wheelchair 's handles.
We were silent for a moment. It felt like a century although the time would barely make a stir. It was like the silence at an awkward dinner one evening. Everyone was trying to think of something to say. Then my mother opened her mouth and she whispered to me, "I am so glad to have you back, Selina."
I was quiet for a moment. My mother isn 't that kind of mother who will read bedtime stories and kiss their kids goodnight before they went to bed. I spend my childhood lying on my bed in my room and watched the silver moon outside of my window. It was a great comparison with her and the surgical light when she had a emergency surgery late at night. We never talked much. I never said "I love you, Mom" or nor did she ever told me how much does she appreciated me. I was quite surprised by the sudden affirmation words.
A breeze stirred the trees and sweeped the dying leaves down to the red colored brick road. I suddenly knew what to say to my mother. I, too, whispered, "I love you, …show more content…
My mother started again, “Her guardians were generously enough to donate her organs for medical reasons. I was saddened by their desperate faces. It was really hard to watch. I could put myself in their position. If my daughter died after she have been fine for a long time, it is so hard to accept the truth that my daughter is never going to be with me again.”
Silence. Silence. Silence.
“Mom,” I opened my mouth, “Was the girl my donor?”
“Yes. The girl was about your age. She naively told me that after she got well, she is going to adopt the dog. But she never got to.”
Then it was the end of the story.
******
I managed to healed completely after my surgery after spending almost half a year in the hospital. It turned out that we adopted Cinnamon as a surprise for my out-of-the-hospital party. My Mother now spends more time with me as she slightly lowered her office hours. She also seemed happy when we adopted Cinnamon. I guessed this is how it ended. Two girls who had never met before became one because of tragedies that happened in life. Somedays I would spend the afternoon cuddling with Cinnamon on my bed while reading a book; with the unknown girl’s heart echoing inside of my left